Burns and Ashes

Black and burnt hearts fall down to ashes when you aim at them with the cupid's arrow. If that doesn't scare you enough against love stories gone rogue, then you may want to grab a glimpse of the poison spat rose pressed in the old and worn pages of a happy love story. Heartbreaks are …

To the one who broke my broken heart again,

You know, our world has lost its music to the broken records of numb melancholy! Our hearts look like abandoned graves with dead corpses of beautiful love stories buried underneath. Those despised gravestones glow at night, and one of them grows a tiny pink flower every time it rains! Do you know how much it …

Bone china

These days, I find myself swooning over lazy afternoon naps. I may have found a strange solace in the cruel lucidity of my dreams. Well, it’s strange how sleep is my refuge in ‘our’ memories, away from the worn relics. So, this afternoon, after I was done meandering in my beautiful dreams, I woke up… …

Abyss

Have you ever stared down the demonic depths of a dingy abyss? Or Have you ever felt that sudden urge to resign…when those dark eyes of lucid heights call you? If not… then allow my words, To take you, Through the tranquilizing horror, And the anxiety-ridden silence, Of that moment. That moment when life knocks …

Dawn

The night smothered you, With the smoke that rose above, The burnt remains Of your tender heart. Now… Now, your lungs ache, Your guts lie, Tied in knots, Churning, Wringing your life out of you. Coiled like a foetus, Drenched in tears, Is that you? Who carved these scars Deep… in the tenders of your …

Ghosts…

“Do you believe in ghosts?” Yeah… They live in my closet, And yours too, Don’t they? There are nights, when I wake up, Lying in this pool of sweat, Or... is that blood? I never chose to know... Those eerie nights, I hear then growl, Or… is that, their kind of a scream? I never …

Lifeless….

I was lying there. Still. Lifeless. Numb....yet breathing. With a body, curled up.... curled up like a fetus, waiting for light to dawn upon her untouched body. But....with a body, cold.... cold as a dead and stale corpse, waiting for the ferocious hungry beasts to take away what death left behind. With eyes, wide and …

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