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 →

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 →

AKSAR

Milna tumse hua yu ki aaksh bi rahe na ab rudali, Justjoo ho, aarzoo ho aisa ki tum na the toh duniya alag si thi, Aksar mil jata hai koi raste mein yu ki jane anjane mein pehchan se bi zyada smjh aa jata hai, Aur yu hi safar mein chalte chalte koi apna sa... Continue Reading →

Illusionary Pathways

Wind brushing my cheeks Hair flowing away My thoughts silencing in speed The sun setting The speed of the air The smell of the city The air of the pollutants Yet love it all. Worries fading away as I sit in the back seat. All of it seems like an adventure, Not knowing the destination... Continue Reading →

What Am I Worth?

​I saw the nurse so happy, the moment I came out of my mother’s womb. She held for a second before saying something alien in a disgusted baritone. The happiness vanished before I could cry it out and tell her something. When someone held me in His arms, I could feel his masculine muscles crushing... Continue Reading →

Perfect frien-trangers

Two strangers, Walking along the path to nowhere. Lost in the zero hour calmness, Trying to give each other amity, Striving hard to forget past. He tells her stories of the endless adventures. She listens to them thinking, how much luck he got by his side.. He was the perfect guy who can make any girl... Continue Reading →

Lost

The tantalizing mystery of life rather than a peaceful homicide. The enigma of being living is more of a vexed question than a joyride. Some call it a journey, some label it as destiny, But for some it is pinnation. The wind blows and changes the flow of the sweet fragrance. Sometimes you pass through... Continue Reading →

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