You choose.

The little things we do.

They say affects people.

And so you decide.

What way you wanna affect them.


Cold is the sun,
That burns you.

Cold is the lover,
Who has no trust in you.

Cold is the friend,
Who backstabs you.

Cold is the family,
That fails to understand you.

And when you don’t forgive yourself,
The most cold are you.


Akshaya Hemadri