How about a Good-Bye note?
Feels of My Last Breath
Feels of My Touch
How often do you deny something that has always been there? Like, an ounce of doubt.
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 ‘Never Again!’
Never again will I exist. Never again will the essence stay.
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 →
