I’d still be here…

Loving can hurt, Loving can hurt sometimes,But it’s the only thing that I know– Photograph, Ed Sheeran We all have that time when we question ourselves, why we love so much. Why we love that person, so much so we can’t imagine our lives without them in it. We don’t want to think of any

Lately…

Lately I’ve been thinkingWhat happened to us?We used to be happy, togetherNow we are too much apartHow this hatred has grownOut of love as we thought us to beHow the ending took a change soUnexpected and unbelievable to be Lately I’ve been tryingTo think of ways to amendNot our past relationship, noBut how it ended,

Love is home, Love is You

I remember that one time when I asked my best friend, “How do you know you’re in love? How does it feel to be in love?”. He explained his  emotions and whatever he knew about it. He told me that when we care for someone else and give them priority more than ourselves, when we

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

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

Realization

Lost in my depressing thoughts and trying to keep the emotions at bay, I was wandering around aimlessly, focus being on just forgetting everything and moving on. The light breeze, or the darkness or the sound of insects did nothing to supress my urge to just run away and never come back. As I was

Dreams

Gazing at the starlit sky with a crescent moon adorning it, I was laying down in my backyard, preoccupied in my preposterous thoughts again. This time they were about dreams. Not those dreams which are needed to enhance our future, no. I was talking about those uncanny, absurd dreams which we see in our slumber

Life is…

As I was walking down the path that lead me to a friend’s house, I was contemplating over something that has been bugging me for days. Life! Yes, that is what has been pestering me for long now. What exactly is life? Before I could begin cogitating over it, a sudden movement caught my attention

She Persists Growing

People leave Blame she Heart grieves Can’t flee Raw wounds Incoherent mind Happiness pruned Melancholy unwind Misty eyes Fagged soul Emptiness resides Tears roll Fears increase Body exists Nowhere peace Chaos persists Scattered emotions Fragile heart Poignant notions Falling apart Yet she arise Moving on From her demise To a new dawn Hiding behind walls