And one fine day, you won't have to feel miserable. You won't have to beg for love. You won't have to cry over lost loves. Because one day, someone will walk into your life and this person won't judge you straightaway. Someone will try all of one's might to understand you. Someone will find out... Continue Reading →
So, all of this is a lie? Your whole existence? And your feelings and your emotions?
"There's a guy in my class who has a crush on me."
...because some love stories start at goodbye's.
The things that remained unsaid between us will mark the beginning of our love story.
How about a Good-Bye note?
How often do you deny something that has always been there? Like, an ounce of doubt.
"Every night,
I tell my heart
that I am strong
and tough.
But, sometimes
I just miss,
being missed by you."
...and sometimes I miss you_ even when_ you're right in front of me.
A very sublime incident that I so much wanted to happen but, I could only end up scribbling it. I hope you feel it.
He is at a point in his life where even the slightest of touches to his emotions will make him break down. Right there. He won't be able to hide his vulnerabilities there after. He has become non-sustainable to feelings. No longer. He might have survived the fall but, he is no longer his usual,... Continue Reading →
Never again will I exist. Never again will the essence stay.
"Why do I always bear a soul?" I asked myself despite the answer was known. But, do you know?
Strange, eh? Why ask forgiveness on a blog post and let the world know about the same?
Well, let's first talk about 'forgiveness of what'.
But, do I have to lose my parents for people to be a little more nicer towards me?
She lied. For me, she died? Oh, she lied that she cried. I didn't know Love. But, my heart skipped a beat whenever I heard someone even say, "I love her." Because it reminded me of you. The way you used to tell me through various ways of yours that you loved me. And that... Continue Reading →
I'm not afraid to die. I'm just afraid what if I were dead and you, you didn't die a little with me.
But, it's a kind of disorder, where people could not themselves contemplate what they should do_'try once more or give up'.
Not a love story but, a story about love. Because, Feelings do change.
Memories do fade.
And when life ends,
'The Heart Understands'.
