|Letter to my ex-Love|

Dear Ex–Love,          Hey, as it’s a big lovers day – the Valentine’s day, there are somethings that I wanted to clear them out. Things that I’d been dreading for long to say out loud so that I and You, we both could move forward closing this chapter.        

|I’m a kind of mess|

I’m kind of a mess.  A little too much happy, a little too much sad. A bit more angry, a bit more calm.  I’m a thunderstorm, with soulless eyes. Moving, running and ruining everything that shows life. I’m a mess, horrible mess. I’m forest fire, burning all I desire. Trees or animals, people and their​

Her mind:

​Her mind was playing with her, Thoughts creating a havoc, Like a blazing bizarre, Like the darkness of moon and star less night, Like that wild forest fire… Trying to swallow, Every curve of brightness in her soul…

This Darkness…

​This darkness, It’s surrounded me, As if wanting to swallow me. As if wants me to drown inside, It’s too much sometimes and soothing the other. It feels like a home to me, Yet attracts me as if a ball of bright light. It’s all wrong but feels so right, This power over me, helpless

I’m not scared of Loving someone:

​I’m not scared of loving someone. I’m not even scared of loving and not getting loved back. I’m not scared to care about someone. Not even scared to be mocked by them. I’m scared of the intensity of my love. I’m scared of the intensity of that someone’s too. I’m scared of getting myself burn

The Gray Scale Screen:

​I like the gray scale screen in front of me, right now. Everything and everyone looks the same, enchantingly beautiful. Though I also love the screen with small flicks of colors sprayed across, I like it even more, when without much colors it stands tall. As if, life is still possible without that one main

Me, my love, my pride my Will:

​They were looking all over my body, For signs, any sign revealing  If I was with him… Though they didn’t knew, it was my Soul, Scarred from head to toe… They smiled, smugly, thinking they’d won the battle, Half at least, for once I wasn’t objecting… My silence signaled to them as my Submission, And

A page from my diary:

​July 3rd, 2015. Yesterday was one horrible day. I saw my best friend walking away and standing there, in front of me, was someone else in her skin. Ashutosh left her, I saw her crushing on the floor, heard her heart wrenching cries. He just wanted to claim her virtue, that’s what he said and

I don’t know whether…

​I don’t know whether to Love or Hate you, Don’t know whether to laugh or cry remembering you trying to crack jokes, Or your panicked face seeing that kid pissing over you… I don’t know whether I Miss or Hate you more, Don’t know if I should just burn your memories, Or to lock them

Reason to Live?

Somewhere in the distant bells peeped, snapping his attention back in the present. Flames died down leaving him alone, with the small sparks in ashes of time. Few mourners, those tagged alongside witnessing the cruelty of nature, went back where they belong to somewhere in the mid of night. A ringing voice wailed in his