Or are you now just friends, but in memories?

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 …

There’s silence between us, the warm, comforting kind of silence

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 …

Introduction Of a Fairy Tale

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 …

“We will be okay”

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 …

I turned the tap off and returned to rest on my bed

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 …

I am a prisoner of my own mind

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 …

​It’s just another 4 A.M

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 …

“Care to walk me home, monsieur?”, she asked.

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 …