Feels of My Hopes

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 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 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 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 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 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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