People dream of going places, And claim of being driven by wanderlust. But unbeknownst to them, I have travelled more than most. I have seen places That no one has ever set their eyes on; I have known people Whom no one has ever bothered to know. I have felt the wind Whisper the names of obscure places; I have flown myself to each one of them, And I have
And my love starts feeling like foreign language to you; Which you like listening to But, don’t understand. From being your favourite music tune to the CD that lies on the dusty closet, I guess, I have come a long way. Earlier, the fights brought us closer together. They helped us understand each other, bringing out our hidden sides. Now, They just bring silences – Unbearable and unbreakable. But they
We are all broken. We all have that secret side which is weak, scared, bruised and imprisoned. We all know that, no matter how hard we try to pretend to be normal, we are insane in our own sweet little ways. We tend to be like roses, all proper and sober, whereas wildflowers are what we actually are. We have thousand voices whispering in our heads all
I didn’t know what was worse, being stuck because of the rains or being stuck in the worst imaginable place! As I sat in my car looking out at the night sky, surrounded by a rainstorm, I couldn’t help the feeling of despair trying to seize my mind. The more heavily it rained, the more my heart pounded. Oh how I despised rains! And as if it wasn’t enough,
Summer evenings have always been the best thing about our tiny hometown. Do you remember the evening that made us fall in love? Do you remember the tree and the pond in the garden? The pond that made us fall in love with our reflections, and the tree that made us fall in love with imagination. We had an irresistible urge to climb the tree. Do you remember
They lived in House number 6, in Marble avenue since 2011. Shyam and Muskaan had just celebrated their 40th anniversary five months ago. He had decided to spend their anniversary week at a resort which she did not know beforehand. She had had to cancel all arrangements for the surprise party she had planned one day after the anniversary. But the holiday was worth canceling the party, she thought.
Marren walked out on to the stage, nervous as heck. The heat emitted from the spotlight did nothing but aggravate her anxiety. It was vicious, rushing through her veins at tremendous speed making the fundamental task of breathing an impossibility. The thin wisp of clothing draped around her body left little to the imagination, further intensifying her panic. It was no longer the claw-like contraption on her neck that did
In this moment here, As she breaks herself into my arms I hold her closer to my heart. I have no letters or words To tell her what I feel. Words are like water sprinkled on hot sand – Lost, before they can make a mark. As I trace the curves of her waist, She trembles and comes closer, Enfeebling herself and me with each step. And as her warm