Feels of My Fall

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 →

Alive No More!

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 →

Feels of My Blood

#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 →

Feels of My Demons

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 →

Feels of My Independence

  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 →

Feels of My Soul

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 →

Feels of My Eyes

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 →

Feels of My Instinct

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 →

Feels of My Mind

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 →

Feels of My Unspoken Words

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 →

Feels of my Diary

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 →

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