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 →
Feels of My Last Breath
How about a Good-Bye note?
Feels of My Touch
How often do you deny something that has always been there? Like, an ounce of doubt.
Feels of My Fading Whispers
"Every night,
I tell my heart
that I am strong
and tough.
But, sometimes
I just miss,
being missed by you."
Feels of My ‘4:00AM YOU’
...and sometimes I miss you_ even when_ you're right in front of me.
Feels of Her Nights
A very sublime incident that I so much wanted to happen but, I could only end up scribbling it. I hope you feel it.
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 →
Feels of my ‘Never Again!’
Never again will I exist. Never again will the essence stay.
Feels of My Death – Part I
"Why do I always bear a soul?" I asked myself despite the answer was known. But, do you know?
Feels of my Vulnerability
But, it's a kind of disorder, where people could not themselves contemplate what they should do_'try once more or give up'.
Secrets of My Diary: #1. What is Perfection?
Don't you try to be Perfect in whatever you do?
Somewhere down the line, we all, some way or the other, are trying with all of our might to attain Perfection.
But, the reason why no one has ever achieved perfection is: it's a moving target.
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 →
Secret Diary | Part II | The True Lies
I have this habit of neglecting a lot of things that doesn't concern me. But, I do get affected by things that need to be left behind for sure. With that fond memory if mine, I take you a moment sublime. Part II "The True Lies" _Saiz
Secret Diary | Part I | Surreptitious Desires
What is more delicate? Blood through the veins or Ink on paper? You already know my choice. Blatantly I conveyed all the secrets I thought I had. I gave voices to feelings that were buried deep. And that moment when I thought_'this is it', everything was brought down to nothingness. But, then every person I... Continue Reading →
Secrets of My Diary: #36. My heart craves to see you shine.
"One of the signs of the greatest strength is to actually keep the pain inside and win battalions of hopes against your demons fighting back at you. How....?
Secrets of My Diary: #35. I dream of Love
I dreamt of love in secrets of my lost diary. Momentarily. He was disavowed of his capabilities. Memorably. But, the trauma instilled a fear beyond trajectories not only in his brain, but in his heart too. The scars were not visible to anyone but, HIM. And the only choice left for him was to live... Continue Reading →