I don't go out at nights, Just so I don't look at the moon. I can't help but it reminds me of you. It is nearly impossible to do so Because one of the best things to do If not the best during a pleasant night Is to just sit down and stare at the … Continue reading Starless Skies; Moonless Nights
Author: Pavan Athreyas
Like Paper Boats on a Rainy Afternoon
Walking through the corridors of my own thoughts, I see myself in different timelines. One of them made a big mistake. I look at him in the eye and ask him "What is going on inside your head?" It's raining heavily outside and he has a paper boat in his hand. He said "Walk with … Continue reading Like Paper Boats on a Rainy Afternoon
A beautiful feeling
I just found myself in the middle of sadness - really? And then I realised "...what's the point of all this when I'm actually living through exactly what I prayed for during another breakdown?" It is surprising how I don't doodle in my notebooks of my own will anymore. I don't really know why I … Continue reading A beautiful feeling
what has changed.
Sometimes, I question myself "Am I really where I am supposed to be or am I at another dead end, as usual?" I don't ask myself too much about anything. It's too tiring and I get bored. I feel like I've become more careless than ever and I don't want to complain about it. It … Continue reading what has changed.
No. I don’t need/want your help.
It's become hard to say it out loud that I'm having anger/anxiety issues. Again. A nice discovery at this point in life where everything is moving slowly. I'm unable to control my anger. Okay. Let me overthink. I have lost interest in myself. Did my mind just go back to those days when I was … Continue reading No. I don’t need/want your help.
The black guitar laying next to a book shelf allured me. It was untouched and out of tune. It's dusty too. I don't know how to play it, but I have it at my home. It is ridiculous. I wanted to break it into a million pieces. There were people around me and I didn't … Continue reading Comfort Zone
Pink and Cliché
I don't think of you whenever the tree sheds a dying flower. I'm reminded of you because you are always there wherever I am. But as far as I know, the tree that bears no leaves sheds a flower or two whenever I think about you. "You're my favourite colour during this season." I confessed … Continue reading Pink and Cliché