Dead as Before

Hey everyone,Its been a long time since I last wrote. I had my mid semester exams over today. I was thinking of getting a few things off my nerves lately but I did not get much of a time to do so. Its about my “perfect relationship”. Perfect? Yeah it is. But it’s more scary

No Address

Dear Me, It’s been almost a week since I last wrote and I was so determined to write everyday. I blame myself for this cause I couldn’t finally make up my mind to start writing over again except until today. Well I had ordered three novels from amazon and I received them quite early. I

A Perfect Failure

Where have I ever been successful in life? Neither in career nor in love…Though I am only nineteen but am expected to make every living being on this planet proud, keeping aside my own story, my expectations, my wishes. Just because I have been a good student all my life, it was my parents who

Queen Of Small Town

Residing in everyone’s heart isn’t easy. It makes people think in a wrong way about you. Through the stages of life, I have seen myself change. I have seen my perceptions change about people and things. The world is not only three dimensional, it’s dimension is infinite. People see it through different ways and angles.

What Are We Actually Searching For?

What do I actually want from life? Do I really know it? I want to live, I want to be dead. I want to be loved, I want to be hated. I want somebody to love me yet I ain’t yet ready for a relationship! I feel jealous, yet I don’t wish to be possessive.

Dreams are Bad

I do not know why I feel so shattered lately. It’s weird. I kind of do not wish to have these feelings once again back to my life. They eat me wholly and I dare not go back to the same place from where I just returned. I sometimes feel so lonely. A few months

Oh My Ardour

I just long for a little space in my shadowsI have been wanting it for so longMy heart, it can’t ever settle itselfSuch valiant I haven’t ever seen it to be Why can’t I reach where I meant to beWhere am I lost? Oh divinity!What did come off me?Oh my ardourWhat did you get To

My Vehemence

Let me make you my divineMy prayers to be with you,Resting myself into your arms.Tying the thread of devotion,Let me make you my orison.Picturing you in those scratchy pages of my heartI am a compliant prisoner. That which never fades away,Let me make you my habit.Let me make you my vehemence. Why do we have

A Bad Poem

Why not go in search ofAll those innocent merriments Why not forget all thoseUnforgivable spaces between us Who did build a world like this?Who did make us learn To live like a prisoner?My heart’s bawling, it has no remedyMy heart’s gone wildIt’s seen love for the very first time Maybe every scrappy page saysSo many

Why I Left Him?

Yeah! People say, I left him. People say I am a playgirl. His friends know me to be a traitor. But nobody knows the real story. Never did they bother to ask, “Why I left?”. Did I ever really wanna leave him? Well I know, he has his part of the story to justify his