A Painting That Lies

A painting that liesIn the corner of the atticNo one remembers byNot that she felt aesthetic A painting that liesConfined within all junkMuch needed guiseHer heart completely sunk A painting that liesAmong the dusty cobwebsNot from MarseillesPerhaps,That’s why, away she ebbs A painting that liesLong forgotten by loverWith hope in those eyesHer emotions hover A

Solace in Perpetual Sadness

You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadnessLike resignation to the end, always the end– Gotye There is a certain kind of sadness that is addictive. Like a drug, you do not want to come out of it. You love feeling it, deep within your heart, in your blood, and perhaps even your

Hold On, Let Go…

Are you holding a grudge? About? What does a grudge indicate? What exactly does holding on to a grudge suggest? I have heard this fight multiple times, where one complains that the other person hasn’t forgiven them or is holding it over their head, and the other person says that they can’t let go because

Side Effects of Love

Love. Isn’t that just a stupid four-letter word? I mean there are so many more four-letter combinations of alphabets that are worth thinking about. Isn’t this linguistic string the main source of misery and madness in our lives? Isn’t this expression, as beautiful as it sounds, the main cause of all the indecisiveness and chaos

The Power of an Apology

Do you know how important it is to make an apology? To express your regret and say sorry? Even when you know that you can’t turn back time to change a thing? Or even if you think that it may mean nothing to the other person? The offense has been committed, emotions have been jeopardized,