The river was babbling beneath her feet, Her lover was murmuring in her ears, Her left hand was intertwining into his right. Her heart was skipping beats, whenever his breath fell on her neck or cheeks. Her employees were getting an "Out of coverage area" message on calling their CEO. But she was never this… Continue reading She was happily out of reach
Clouds were Crimson Red, So was the fluid dripping from her hand. It was a lovely evening until she stumbled on the stand. She balanced herself somehow and licked her creamy right wrist, But her red goggles fell, which were giving her life a zombiesque twist. Such is the imagination of a child.
Enough is Enough. Terrace. Night. Standing on the edge, Raj was battling with a thought; the fatal decision was imminent. 15th floor would be enough, he thought and took a deep breath. "Are you sure about this? I thought you adore me," she said. Raj sighed. "This love, I wonder, is the reason. If I… Continue reading Suicide is not the Solution
Don't take it lightly, it kills. Don't treat it on your own, it has skills. It hides behind grief, sorrow and anxious pangs. It tears you slowly with its hungry fangs. Take help if you felt uneasy and familiar in reading any of the aforementioned lines. God bless. 🙂
They say: to be a writer, you should write; I took it seriously. It has been 10 years since I started writing, and I know I have come a long way. When I see my articles/poems from the past, I feel a sense of innocence and beauty in the grammatical errors, simple sentences and message… Continue reading Why I Write?
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Roses are red, Violets are blue, Even if you are a Sakht Launda, Aaj koi smile krde, to pighal jaega tu. Mana ki 1 tarfa pyar ki, Takat hi kuch aur hoti hai. Par Ajj ke din Arijit ke gane share krne se, Sirf dard milega, bandi nahi. Kyunki Aaj pyar ka nahi PDA ka… Continue reading No PDA, Only Pyaar!
It started with a promise and ended with some regrets; however, the regrets are fewer this time. Does that make it a grateful year then? Oh Yes! I am grateful; though it could have been crazier had she shown some interest. After all, I found her from the stack of profiles on LinkedIn, Facebook, Instagram… Continue reading A Year of Goodbyes, Creativity, and Lessons!
She was home Alone. It was a dark night with rain pouring from heaven. It was all pleasant until she heard the knock on her door. It creeped her out.
He sits on the front seat; he disliked studies but dreaded how the others treat. He holds his lunch near; sometimes out of embarrassment, sometimes out of fear. He stammers till the last sentence; the paragraph ends, not the scorning nuisance. He weeps after he reaches home; he suffered from the ‘Why everyone hates me’… Continue reading He Was Not ‘Normal’