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

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

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

Rain

Sitting on my windowsill with a warm cup of coffee in my hand, its vapor touching my nose and a sad smile on my face. Looking at those tenebrous mysterious nimbus clouds which hold its own secrets and the darkness all around as if an apocalypse is just on the edge of its occurrence. Rains

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