Hello readers, let’s go purple (you can google it’s significance.)
Ever went through heartbreak or have been insulted?
Fought low self esteem?
How easy it is for some people to break down your heart, to instigate you to deliberately hurt yourself.
Somewhere down that thin line it was always needed. Wonder you, your heart is scientifically the strongest organ that never rests, it remains alive even when you die. How can someone really break it?
Is it really worth it?
The tables have turned I ain’t making an effort ’cause I ain’t your leftover.
It’s interesting you came back but I was a kid and I’d say for one last time, one for you. Ain’t sure I loved you anyway. Continue reading “Leftovers”
Baby, I always wanted you by my side. You were always there wiping my tears.
When you found I was unhappy you called me and started singing those 90’s songs and made me laugh. Baby, you made me believe in fairytale.
We watched those new released English songs together and dedicated to each other. I was in seventh heaven when you proposed me singing ‘Let Me’, by Zayn Malik.
And you said it was for the rest of our life. Continue reading “Twenty Eight Days Of Love”
There was a time when Grandpa used to wake me up before the sounds of Church bells but now when I look back I keep crawling on my bed all day. Maybe because life is not so interesting and as I’m an adult there’s nobody responsible for my irresponsibility.
Gone are the days when we used to go on a long morning walk and talk about almost every eye-catching objects that crossed our way but now even five minutes with someone force me to talk about this stressful life and maturity. It was the time when I used to believe that singing Rain Rain Go Away will really stop the rain and Santa Claus does exist. The time when Mom used to award me five rupees for completing my homework and I used to by ten “not so tasty” candies only because the quantity was more. Continue reading “The Times We Had.”
Everybody for once or twice in their life, must’ve gone through those days when we do not want to share our pain because it feels like we’re mocking ourselves. We listen to motivational and inspirational speeches but it never really works. When we want to enjoy but we get overwhelmed.
When they come to us whenever they need our help and for the rest of the time we are left all alone. When we are understanding and our fellas behaves as if they need a chance to prove us wrong, to make us feel like it’s always our mistake.
When slowly and then gradually the pearls comes out of the thread.
When memories are stains.
When silence is a shield.
When tomorrow is a fear.
When beauty seems fake and ugliness attracts.
When we are the most negative person filled with questions.
when we want to live but we just can’t help it.
Continue reading “Empty Days”