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'.
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 Feelings
And in the end, we just refuse to accept and believe even the most obvious. Feel my feelings, if you can.
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 →