In the end..

It was clear, he’d promised to not leave her side at these hours of these days. And he’d abandoned her, the second day. They were all true, the words about him. In the end, he’d always be gone. In the end, she’d always be waiting and scolding herself later, for being clingy, for being the

It’s Rare..

It is rare, the kind of feeling where kisses on lips ain’t too much, they ain’t lingering but cozy. The kind of feeling where the people who don’t hug are wrapped in those arms, with their head resting close to heart. It is rare, possible and rare, when you stop wandering around and just stick

Why??

Why I see pain all around me? I hear pleads,cries of agony… It’s all red and burning, …burning in anger, wrath of being lost?? Why I see darkness surrounding me? I hear them shouting, shrieking… They’re all wrangling, fighting …fighting with the demons in them?? Why I see sad eyes looking at me? I hear

I’ll live for now.

Tucked deep in my blankets, I’m choking on my growing emotions. My face feels red with all the control of not to let it loose, the dam going down with all the bubbling feelings. I hold my breath and blow it out slowly, trying not to let it loose. My heart hammers hard, trying to

Me.

My father has always been brilliant with numbers. The, once, little dirty boy faught with teeth and claws to make a place for his name in the pages of this World Book. The small wrinkles that now cover his skin, the soft honeyed brown of his eyes will tell you the tales of his struggle

I tried..

I tried to be happy. I really did. I smiled like those shiny models did in front of million flashes. I tried. I smiled like a child who’s just been given the candy he’s been wailing for an hour. The glassy eyes that turns bright at the mere sight of it, as a smile lights

She lay there..

Like some princess wrapped in satin, She lay there… With hooded eyes, mascara smudged all around, Her hair, spread across like midnight sky. A lazy smile sashayed it’s way over her plump lips, Holding you prisoner in your place, She lay there… A hand outstretched, Calling out for you, In her haven, trying to save

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Not the Usual Unique

Our first meet wasn’t the usual unique. We didn’t ran for each other’s throat, for first time. Neither did we stumbled across some busy street, where my books would’ve fallen down while I tried to hold the umbrella still in the wilderness of rain. You and me would have, then, bent down at the same