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..
Kind of absolute truth, nothing but the truth. I miss your past ambience, your past smile and glory. Now it is all forgotten. but the scars remain unscathed and new.
You seem to be in turmoil. Don’t worry , hold my hand. everything will be all right. Darkness is not permanent. Light of at the end of the tunnel is me, for you.
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 ...
It lasts while it lasts and it seems it just doesn’t want to go away.. Sometimes physical , sometimes mental, it is my own demon within my dungeon. My Private Pain..
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?
She called me Jack and I called her Jane. We were birds burning in a love flame. If only she understood me , and I learned to read her eyes. We would have been together. With love, peace and joy.
It was never what I thought I would see. Until I saw it all through her eyes. I saw my future , my destiny. my will to survive. It was not a dream , It was all reality. Waiting to unfold in front of me , I am eagerly awaiting , to feel it all.