Too Many Fucks Given

Yes! Already given too many fucks in life. I do not know why, now I just want to focus on happiness. Something that gives me life, someone who gives me light, I want them all. I have left caring of all those shits people talk about me. I have left caring about all those bitchesContinue reading “Too Many Fucks Given”

Love Makes You Feel Loved

“Love makes you feel Loved!” Love always need not to be from a partner. Love needs not always be from a relationship. It can be from anybody, anywhere and everywhere. I am back to my town after ages. Life feels so warm now. It’s got so many perks. It’s got lots to show and lotsContinue reading “Love Makes You Feel Loved”

I Am A “Bad Girl”

You know what, my fault is to be a “GIRL”! Yes, it is. Though Indian families claim to be always too open minded, they somewhere either do not know the meaning of this fucking word or they really love to boast of things they do not possess. In reality, being a “Girl” is still aContinue reading “I Am A “Bad Girl””

My Tube Light Still Glows In The Middle Of The Darkness

I am literally having a weird feeling. On one side it seems chilled and pleasant while at the other, a flock of bad thoughts circle up my mind. A series of serenity and severity keeps disturbing me alternatively. I just have nothing to share today except the troubles in my mind. In a week IContinue reading “My Tube Light Still Glows In The Middle Of The Darkness”

My Magical Santa Doll

Quite Magical Intense winter. White fluffy snow. Glittering lights. Ringing bells. People with loads of gifts and small children spending sleepless nights waiting for Santa to fill their socks. All reminds us of Christmas and its joy and glamour. My story of my Santa Doll starts not in Christmas but rather way before it. OurContinue reading “My Magical Santa Doll”

IT CALLS ME AGAIN AND AGAIN

poem#1 It Calls Me Again and Again The warmth of the rain cools me downMy soul, still aliveThe raindrops scratches through the frosted glassVoice of mist survive The fog collects on the pane, as I sighO’ see the grass green o’er the lawnI feel the solitude of the twilight moonSense the freshness of the fallingContinue reading “IT CALLS ME AGAIN AND AGAIN”

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