This day, 13th September is birthday of one of the coolest and the prettiest people I have met in life. Wishing her birthday, here’s a small writing that popped outta mind. So, here it goes. When the flowers bloomed, Saving the sad and doomed. When happiness was god’s aim, That is when you came. When […]Read More That is when you came.
I remember me writing, “In the race to miss others you start missing yourself.” Here is a small self negation to that. Indeed, everything you see gradually shapes you into the person you are this very day. But, mostly people would be pessimists and see the darker side of this. It’s time to put the darkness […]Read More Time to Thank! 🙂
Following are a few small lines with some deep and nice meaning. “We often say things we don’t understand at random times. Once we understand we know the right time to say them.” – TheAnonymosopher “Some of the greatest battles will be fought withing silent chambers of your own soul.” – Ezra Taft “In race […]Read More Quiet Night! (Quotes)
A book of memories, Everyday you write. Blended feelings, Into words that are right. Yesterday’s words, That were a bit gloomy. Rose their fingers, Without listening to me. I was innocent, I wanted to confess. Pellucid spirit, Implicit to express. The previous day’s tale, Wasn’t intricate. A simple chaos, A tenebrific fate. A new feeling, […]Read More Inadequacy of hope.
Sometimes people are like moon and sun. They are lifelines of millions but they can’t be together. The nature doesn’t allow that. I looked at the sun at 6. I could see the Sun bleeding. Bleeding the pain of losing it’s moon. The moon that gives the reason to live. The sun bled, the same […]Read More Tale of Sun. 🙂 (#2)
HAVE you ever thought of freezing the time for some moments and let the things become still around you? On your deepest wounds, you want someone to heal? Some people are not just to heal certain things or certain broken ends of life. They join those broken ends. There are, like a thousand pieces of […]Read More A random flow of thoughts. 🙂 (#1)
Once in a while you sit down and think of doing something intense and cruel to the universe. A mere attempt to the same. Unanswered questions, Fading the reality. Wretched fettle, Crescendo fatality. With beliefs seeping down, Between the fingers. Interweaved sins, Nothing triggers. Tenebrific hunger, For an eternal absolution. Immobility of thoughts, Imperfect resolution. […]Read More Outburst.