An Open Letter to my first crush

To the first crush of my life You know that time when you feel that you aren’t pretty enough, you wish you were more beautiful so that you could have the guy you want. I remember when I first felt that. It was evening when I went to shop with my parents for my birthday,

Blue…

Blue….. That’s the only color I could think of, every second, every hour. The color of the ocean. The way his irises shine when he is excited or happy, like the waves dancing on the ocean. The way they turn dark and gloomy, when they are sad, like the deepest part of the ocean holding

Stars…..

There are so many, you could never count in numbers. But you could always count on them. They are here to remind you that the world is beautiful. You’re trapped within, but you could enjoy what you have. These stars show you how you could stand out in this world of darkness. You don’t need

You…

Last night, I dreamt of you. Your beautiful face, so happy and carefree, the way it used to be, the way it was supposed to be. But did it? I don’t remember what happened in the dream, only your face and the way you kept your hair down covering the forehead, just the way I

Dreams and Fiction

You know, there is a reason why Fiction is this popular. I mean almost every person, once in a while, loves to lose themselves in a world where they can be whatever they can’t be in reality. You can make an absolutely different universe where nothing is impossible. You can make a dog fly, a

The feel of writing

Its been longLong since I have scribbled somethingMy thoughts, my emotions Or just my mood swingsIts been too long You wanna know how has it been for meAll this time? Even I don’t know I guess, I was just busy, Busy doing nothing, Nothing productive Just busyContemplating what I had been doing There are so

She’s strong, she’ll make it

She wishes one dayhe’d perceive all the hurtthat he had inflicted upon herWhen he’d have no oneto turn to,he’d just close his eyesand envision himselfin her place,in her veracious circumstanceand reckon what happenedShe seeks for himto be in her shoesand feel what she had feltShe wishes for once he’d endurewhat he had made her toand

That day

This is dedicated to all the wonderful and brave women out there who have been sexually assaulted or raped, only for the selfishness and satisfaction of cruelty those criminals get. How do they live knowing fully well what they did, moreover how are they so daring as to hurt another being just for their sick

Alone – That’s who I am

Alone is what I love and persevere, For that’s who I am; A gargantuan, buffeted creature standing isolated, nothing to shield me from extreme sun or cold, counting the number of gossamer stars in the midnight sky, I’ve reached the number six hundred thousand and eighty eight Losing the hope, I’ve now accepted the fate

Will you be there?

Darling, Will you be there? When I’ll close my eyes and look for you, in my dulcet dream, where we’ll be together happy and forever I’ll just fall harder for your endearing smile and the way it calms me down Then you’ll hold me close making me feel, at peace at home Your effusive eyes