On a walk down the amnesiac memory lane, he discovered everything wrong between them. Continue reading On a walk down the amnesiac memory lane…
I am not breaking, I won’t break.
I can understand these fears are just an illusion. Continue reading My Mask
It was always so loud, so obvious, the silence between us and the empty space in my bed from when you walked out some nights. You always came back though, vodka on your breath, sometimes whole, with blooming bruises on your neck and other times so broken that I would tuck you in bed with a soft kiss on your forehead and you’d grab my … Continue reading Silences, and Lovers turned strangers
You realize I’m not glass, Or are you oblivious to that too? Maybe you’ve just forgotten who I was, In your intricate plans to get back the inflated pride that I inadvertently crushed. I know you think about what could have been, But darling you know you it never would have been. You seem to live in your own world of vengeance and lust, Forgetting … Continue reading I’m Not Glass…
I sit at the table, trepidation And fear builds up, as I prepare Myself for the vicious, vile venom to spew from the maws of the people for who I care. “Oh! What a surprise!” uttered as The first attack. A simple blow, not too hard just yet. But fast, comes the onslaught. Each one, each misinformed member has a go. Comment after … Continue reading Family Attacks and Generation Gap
I’d never be beautiful, you said.“Never”, I agreed. I’d never be witty, you said.“Never”, I agreed I’d never be you, you said.“Never”, I agreed. For, upon the stars sat God, and he made me, to be me. Not to please your aesthetic sense of beauty. Your confidence remained silent, While my insecurities were loud. Your confidence remained concealed, While my insecurities were exposed. My … Continue reading An Open Letter To Society
Broken hearts intertwined in a metaphor, Shattered pieces lost in the wind, soundlessly squandered with time fleeting by. Piercing eyes watching her every move in the mirror, Descrying herself piece by piece, She was her own foe. The newly acquired loneliness calmed her, fixing her weeping soul with its gentle touch of woe. -Asavari Singh Continue reading Broken Hearts