"Why do I always bear a soul?" I asked myself despite the answer was known. But, do you know?
But, it's a kind of disorder, where people could not themselves contemplate what they should do_'try once more or give up'.
As you grow old you start to forget two things: First, who you were. Second, I don't remember. But, well! How does 'Sad' really feel like? Is 'old' really 'sad'? If sad was a person, would you not pity on his condition or hers? Does it not worry you to find out people don't feel... Continue Reading →
#last #lastnight So, as I sit here on the verge of my monotonous nights, I have this verbose with my unfinished thoughts that I can't synchronize with the blot of every drop of ink that foresee the blood through every sip of my heart. And I ask myself the same question over and over again_... Continue Reading →
Like a Raconteur, I was belittled and baffled by my misfortunes to my demons hurling and gazing at my foregoes every damn time. I burnt like an anthracite. Slowly and intensely. "What are you waiting for? Come with us", they asked in a thunderous disturbance. "Death", I uttered in a ruptured voice. And I could... Continue Reading →
And in the end, we just refuse to accept and believe even the most obvious. Feel my feelings, if you can.
As a little kid, I knew Independence Day as participating in an event in any cultural programme at school. I would put on the well varnished white attires that I had especially prepared from about a week ago or so only for this day; and an Indian flag badge just at the helm of... Continue Reading →
And unlike many other people in this world. I am still awake by this part of the night bewildered and baffled by the numerous mystified 'ifs' and 'whys' to comfort my dismayed soul. I am not sad upon why the other multitudes are gathering their conscience in their sleep. I don't even care about being... Continue Reading →
The way those eyes look I am constantly trying to act very gentle without the use of emoticons. I try my hardest to lubricate innocence from my eyes and end up batting the corner of my eyes to people with a draining look. Sometimes I am a begone narcissist. And until today, even I have not... Continue Reading →
There's a reason my instinct never allows my heart to feel low about things that ain't true. There's a reason why I feel too much. I want to feel that feeling of being loved, being desired and beyond all the circumstantial feelings of this tryst between us, I want someone to look into the corneal... Continue Reading →
You are as ordinary as any other person in your life is. Not that you own any superpower, but you just can't own a thing for a long period of time. And success is that which remains forever. Not that which is snatched away at death. Relentless, you think you are the only supreme being... Continue Reading →
And as I grow old, I grow stronger each day. No matter how many times I see people with raised eyebrows, but I am never stopping doing what needs to be done until when I am satisfied with my perfection. Perfection is a moving target, I still believe in this fact. But, that doesn't assure... Continue Reading →
The thing is that I get demented by the lies of people. I don't want people to sign into their accounts every day to read what I write. I don't want to impress people even. If you are nice to people, be it either through your actions or words, people will get impressed gradually. And... Continue Reading →