I wish the ache in my heart shouldn’t have been as stubborn as you.
He taught me the art of writing. He broke me again. My feelings shattered on paper write an alchemical story. I build universe out of my writing by his pain now!
While I was busy in handling the chaos of my unbalanced life, Destiny greeted me with a matured soul for whom I’d strive. I could see myself drowning in the useless ocean getting wasted, But my placid heart was dying already to get tested. I still remember the first touch of his divine lips. Surreal,…
Santa Claus was the first man to teach me that men are nothing but a delusion. My imagination throb seeing men ever since then! #MerryChristmas
He left her. And chose manipulative words over her love and empathy. She became a writer then!
I am broken! Yes, you read that sentence effortlessly.
I was laying in the dark horizon of a congested forest, sunbathing my bruised wounds, waiting for the rains to cleanse my paltry rooms. There was a beautiful canopy of natural tress. Sea water mainstaying the lively fishes and bees. So many majestic elements were present in the aura. The chirping of blue birds, Dancing…
The blunders of chaotic life, through every accusation I am facing, through the harsh words of the society or undisciplined actions of mine, through the wicked winds, through the shallow vein..everything is just so smart and well planned to cut off my survival!
500 people in front, 1000 eyes staring at us. We just held hands. Despite the crowd, our eyes met and heart settled. The euphoria around was like winning a battle. Both of us was trying to manipulate our cravings but our laughter witnessed all the misdoings!
I know there are other things to talk about, to write about, to feel about, to live about, to think about and to speak about! But honestly, nothing interests me if it isn’t about him and his endearment to sense about.