A Token Of Respect

Writing is liberating, they said. It’s therapeutic effect is sometimes recommended by psychiatrist for those battling depression. But it’s hard for someone like me to gather up thoughts and jot them down. Writing a part of your life is relatively easy or making characters and writing the good and bad for them is easy but... Continue Reading →

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Dear S (Part 3)

It isn't a good day anymore. You act as if anything is wrong, But not all is right anymore. All was good in our happy bubble. You were the perfect man which fictions, drew inspiration from. And the next day, You are gone. You say it's the same. But it's not. Something between us changed...... Continue Reading →

Dear S (Part 2)

When I open my eyes in the morning, I pretend to be not lone in bed, Because maybe if you were here, You would be sleeping by my side. When I have my meals through the day, I pretend to like it, Because maybe if you were here, You would feed me with your hands.... Continue Reading →

Iztiraar

Kuch arse hue tumse mile, Lekin kuch aksh sa baki hai. Janamo janam intezar ne li hai intehaan humari, Par iss bar mar ke bi tumse milne ka vada kiya hai. Mohabbat aksar manchale ko kabi bna deti hai, Par ishq ke khumar mein doobi ashiq ka har labz he shayarana hota hai. Deewangi aisi... Continue Reading →

Dear S

I want you to be my shield for I will be your sword, I want you to be my autumn and I will be your blooming spring, I want you to be my colour to my blank canvas, I want you to be absolute to my half piece, I want you to be my sunrise... Continue Reading →

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