Month: November 2017

Something I wanted… Something that you had. Something I gave you… Something you broke. Into little pieces smaller than drops of my tear. Couldn’t hold you forever, Cause you pretended to be near… And now you are gone..left me alone. Something you returned me… Something that was mine. Something you said to me… Something last […]

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Sometimes I feel, I don’t live in my body. I am just an audience… Looking at me, From a distance far away… All night- All day. I see the smile, I see it while.. It rests on the face, Traveling to the eye base. Lighting up the eyes, Till the tear dries. The shy blush […]

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The mask I wear.. To deceive. The world of my reality, My vulnerability, My insecurity. Been wearing it for so long… I don’t have a separate identity anymore… The mask and me… Been wearing it for so long… I don’t know which is truer, The mask or me… Been wearing it for so long… Feels […]

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I miss my smile… That ran on my lips. I miss my eyes… That twinkled all the time. I miss what I was… I was me..before you. Since I have met you… I started changing too. Becoming more like you. I miss what I was before… I miss being me… Do not change yourself..If you […]

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याद है मुझे मेरा हर आँसूं.. हर सिसकी.. तन्हाई में बीता हर लम्हा.. अब आदत सी है तनहा जीने की.. इंतज़ार के घूँट पीने की.. अब तो सच है… तेरे आने का यकीं भी नहीं मुझे.. याद में तेरी शामें भिगोना.. किस्मत सा बन गया है.. तेरे इंतज़ार में जीना.. बस एक ज़रुरत सा बन […]

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My brain.. My prison.. Prison of my thoughts.. Prison of my feelings.. Captive of my beliefs.. Tied in its perception.. Drifting in its notion.. Constrained.. Confined.. Cramped up.. Till a wave comes.. To engulf it whole.. Powerful.. And potent.. That embrace the beauty.. Enrage the vigor.. Giving the release. Let those pressures go, express yourself. […]

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I breathe… And the breath doesn’t come.. It feels like my lungs.. Have been choked.. And devoid of air… Making them yearning more and more… For one long gasp… The relief that will follow… Can be compared to none… But for now.. The choking… The yearning.. The feeling.. Of death is all I have. Free […]

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