Dear Alana, I know what had happened. I know you hadn’t eaten. You set the plate down on the counter. You weren’t hungry anymore, the pangs you felt in your stomach faded away and you were finally feeling like you could walk without collapsing. The red sauce and pasta strewn across the plate were cold and unpalatable, you would have to simply force yourself to eat the meal … Continue reading Dear Alana
That, with steely resolve, if I overcome, this devil PROCRASTINATION.
I’ll truly find my place in this world and leave a mark of my own.
Which, no disrespect to others, may not matter to the world but will make me feel proud, that I have done lo behold, with all effort and full dedication, and more importantly, unfettered of procrastination. Continue reading Procrastination, Putting Off Your Pains Till Tomorrow.
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
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
She’s seen you through your first heartbreak. Killed the wasp who dared to sting you, Never let an insect near you. You poured your heart out to her and she soaked it all up. She felt the emotions you did. You spent 4 years dealing with each other’s mood swings, Didn’t spare a person who dares disrespect the other. Bore each other’s silence and celebrated … Continue reading They
I was looking back at the past, the very beginning and reminiscing. How long until I let go and move on? How long until I get freed of the shackles that bind me from head to toe?How long until I free my mind and shake off all the thoughts that bind me to my past? I’m trying. Trying so hard to shake it off, all … Continue reading How Long?