How did you fall in love? Was it loud enough for him to hear your emotions? A prom with him between the sandstorms whilst the two of you caught the harmony off your sufferings. Everyone dissolved into dust, scattered in the air, and it was his face, just his face that you could fathom in … Continue reading Or are you now just friends, but in memories?
An airplane. A firefly. A fairy. Wrapped up in your arms, I find shapes in the smoke coming from between your lips. I tell you that I can almost see a fairy and you chuckle as you come closer and rub your beard against my cheek. It’s June, but I can almost see autumn in … Continue reading There’s silence between us, the warm, comforting kind of silence
Your memories still haunt me every night, Its been a month when you left but still feels like it happened tomorrow. They say you will be fine after sometime but I know what we shared was not something to be forgotten till death.I still text you everyday inspite of promising you I wont text you … Continue reading Introduction Of a Fairy Tale
Happiness comes at a cost and Hope is dangerous. Hope is despising a lonely mind and Happiness is a dream for an aloof heart. “What’s with you?” I do not respond. “Are you okay?” it repeats. …and I snap. No, I am far from okay. Okay is a mask everyone purposely makes you wear. I … Continue reading “We will be okay”
I have always imagined my break down. The neurons inside my head exploding, making me clench my fist just before I start throwing punches at everyone. The sky would be a little pale that day. The birds in the trees would go silent, and the wind would hold its breath to see me let go … Continue reading I turned the tap off and returned to rest on my bed
I don’t remember the last time I was happy. I mean happiness in its purest form – like the magical laughter of a child, or the twinkle in someone’s eyes as they walk down the street with their lover - their person. Someone they can proudly call “mine” - I miss that feeling. Certain things … Continue reading I am a prisoner of my own mind
It's just another 4 A.M. The coffee is stale. My mind conjures up his face, his hypnotic voice haunts my ears. I snuffle my face in his shirt. That one shirt he left behind. The scent consumes me. Every last fiber of my being throbs for just one kiss, one embrace. Is that too much … Continue reading It’s just another 4 A.M
I drank a little more than I should; she laughed a little more than she should; and next thing I know, I am in love and she is already late to be on her way home. The party had been one huge mess; everyone was drunk and someone had puked in the sink. A boy … Continue reading “Care to walk me home, monsieur?”, she asked.
Let me be with you rather than your memories.
The coffee in the mug having dried down to a trickle, sticky, and I find myself slowly crouching out of the bed, cringing at the way our skins refuse to leave each other and I drag myself to the kitchen to make some coffee. Sometimes, when it aches to get out of bed and yet, … Continue reading I keep waking up to mornings which are barely cold.