#2 Kill me slowly.

1. To whom does your heart belong? If not to me; the rose, nor to the thorn? Into the wilderness, my dear, the solitude, in which it was born.   2. Past be done, long gone forgotten. Breathe in this free air now, I’ve chosen…

#1 Morning Yearning.

The sun has risen, soaking me up in its light. I crave for a vision, and a song I heard last night. I need no words to rhyme, I need no lucky sign. Just a lovely smile to shine, by my side, in my sight.


Hi, my name is Rohan Rathore and I write at a blog name The Twenty Something on my website www.rohanrathore.com I’m a writer, a blogger, a geek, an artist, a scientist, a believer and a seeker. I’m not perfect, I’m just passionate about practice.