if a picture can talk , it can talk a book of stories . Stories of us which defined our lives. The happy moments as well as the difficult times. Frozen but alive,  the memories will last a long time The colors might fade,  but the history of  will remain.

All the time , the murmurs in the background , hurts my soul. The dust seems to keep me blindfold. Thinking, it is reality you need to accept . You cannot runaway from it. You cannot deny it. You need to live with it all. It hurts, it pains , but it is also a way of contentment. Remember what you have , forget what you have lost.  After all in the end, nothing will remain the same.

The memories, the joyous , wonderful memories.. Haunting,  they are haunting the present mind and soul Tearing , tearing knowing that you cannot have them back Linger, the memories linger… bringing pain and sorrow cutting your heart like a knife..

It is very hard to take reality into your mind sometimes. The past, like a ghost, enters your mind and haunts you with memories. The mixed emotions of reality and past creates a whirlwind in your mind. It destroys your brain cells slowly , making you unable to think clearly , leaving you with a question ; “What to feel ...

Our lives are like rain drops. We occur in the most highest atmosphere. we start small, get bigger as we come down and finally, fall down to the ground with a heavy thud. Breaking into pieces of unknown quantities. The catch is that the rain drop doesn’t know if it existed , it doesn’t know it is gone. We as ...

Sometimes the mind plays games with you. It gobbles you up with guilt when you know, you are helpless and you cannot do anything to change the situation. Yet, the mind doesn’t seem to understand this. It keeps reminding you of something you didn’t do, like a cancer, it conquers your soul. It leaves your paralyzed; makes your whole life ...

Not for a moment of happiness, not for the sake of seeking shade among the misery and darkness. It is for the requirement of unrequited love and affection. That is required to keep me alive. So love me, like the way I love you. No compromises , No commitments. Just true love… required for me to live..

Sometimes wish if the past can be rekindled. like a picture than never fades, like a memory that never gets erased. Sometimes wish that time is machine that be re started, to go back to those days where things were pretty and happy. But you know you can’t do it. It belongs to fairy tales and movies. Reality is that you have to ...

Not in a moment , Not a chance , No miracle or magic.  It is like the sun shining and the moon graces the night. We are always in our ways..

Let’s get inside that closet Throw away all those clothes out and keep those doors shut Let’s stay in the dark , together And find our souls within amidst the silence Let’s get into the car we always travel and keep the windows open while we lay in the back seat ruining our bodies amidst the  dashboard and car covers ...

Lost without a trace in a train of thoughts filled with emotions that is bottled up and cannot comprehend mixed with trauma and happiness disturbed by the unforgiving reality now tell me with all of this, won’t you end up being crazy?

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