Very often, I find myself hovering over your thoughts in my mind. The very first time you crossed my mind, with a smile so perfect it could put the finest piece of art to shame. Eyes so beautiful that even lotus buds can't match them. And that nose. And those lips, those pink thin lips … Continue reading Unanswered questions
This one is for my old man. No, I do not drop the ball now; I can ride my bike without assistance. I would soon be a procreator myself. I am mature enough, got all my licenses, the decisions I make need no prior permissions. I may become a successful person soon, but I would … Continue reading Old Man
Once there lived a boy Who couldn't open up. Closed within the shells Made up of social atoms, He never fully grieved, He couldn't express his joy. He never imagined being free, He talked to himself or his Favourite tree. But once in front Of another human, he did Pause, he did fumble. He didn't … Continue reading She, herself
Infatuation had me drowning in it when I saw my reflection in the mirror. How could something so perfect be created and then life be poured into it? Oh no, wait! That's self-obsession! Ha! Have you ever stared at yourself in the mirror for hours? Maybe talked to the person in the mirror too? Ofcourse … Continue reading Self : Obsession or Love?
The location where our feet hit the grounds, The area which echoes our emitted sounds, The familiar paths which once we did roam, At a place which we call our home. So we've spent countless days, Moments of glees and dismays, All those seconds, which were my firsts, At a place which we call our … Continue reading A place called ‘Home’
Before you read this, plug in your earphones and play, Coming Home by Skylar Grey. Doing so, will certainly add to your experience of reading the following passage. Do you think anything will ever make us feel like home again? The monotonous life at home, the growing disparities with our parents, as a repercussion of … Continue reading Homecoming
A road that goes on. A streetlight that brightens upon. And I, a lonely wanderer, choose to take a road I've never been on before. A path, yet to be walked upon, is where I intend to go on. But my feet don't lift up anymore. Is it shackles or paralysis? Is them or me? … Continue reading A road that goes on