‘She’ll be the cat who got the cream. ‘ That line came to mind while I was working on an assignment. I tried to let go of it but it just won’t let me concentrate on anything else. A poem … Continue reading
Last night while I played on my phone, words flowed within me and I ended up with this piece. When I write something, I don’t necessarily like everything penned but this one I fell in love instantly. Therefore, I hope … Continue reading
Suicide is a social stigma. A decision that is never lightly made. One random day, I had a dream that I committed suicide. And the following is what happened once I woke up.
Taking chances is always a risk and I am, by nature, a person who overthinks. And yet, I have been known to take risks. sometimes, I have failed spectacularly while others have brought success beyond my imagination. Likewise, love is … Continue reading
To thank I friend for being always there for me, I decided to write something for him. I tried and tried, but nothing made sense. Then one day, all of a sudden, a compulsion to write happened. Grabbing a pen and paper, the old fashioned way, I set about pouring the words that were flowing through me.
The result is what you read below.
Note: For all those who have not seen Downton Abbey may not get the feeling behind it and all those who want to watch the series, do not read it now but come back later as there may be possible … Continue reading
Sit in the dark; I still do With tears in my eyes; I think of you In my mind; for day and night You are there; and don’t take flight Those times of our togetherness Are now losing their vividness … Continue reading
This poetry by Faiz Ahmed Faiz is one of my favourites. Mujhse pehli si mohabbat mere mehboob na maang Maine samjha tha ke tu hai to darakhshaan hai hayyaat Tera gham hai to sham-e-dahar ka jhagra kya hai Teri soorat … Continue reading
Hold me close As if you’d never leave me Love me more As if you’d never leave me This world of indifferences The art of lies fed With passion to rival the truth Destroying the sense of self Your words … Continue reading
When I love, it is extreme When I hate, it is extreme No middle-ground; no moderation My heart has such an accommodation Living with a broken heart That bleeds time and again I tend to shatter it myself To … Continue reading