My hands trembled and stopped Only after I finished writing the letterThat you probably never expected from me. Sometimes, I think that I should've Never written that letter because nowI know that I never want to see you again. You don't live far away.You're right here and I know that we'll Surely bump into each … Continue reading If It Were Real
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To my old friend
(By "old friend", I'm referring to that friend with whom I was once very close with but currently, I'm not. We don't even talk now. Okay. Too much information.) Hey there, my friend! I know that I could have addressed you by just saying "friend" and not "old friend". I remembered you yesterday when my … Continue reading To my old friend
What’s Happening Now
I woke up, after dreaming about someone. Well, it was more than one person That I saw less than a week ago. "She's cute. But the other one's cute as well. It's difficult to choose between the two. But I think that both have boyfriends." I don't know why I woke up so early. Maybe … Continue reading What’s Happening Now
Today, I Remember
While everyone else spoke to themselves, I wondered why I couldn't talk to myself About the things that I did more than a year ago. Yesterday, I could only stare at the mirror for a moment. I said "No, I cannot do this anymore. I think it's time to get a haircut." But now, when … Continue reading Today, I Remember
Fountain Park
There's music. But I have my own tunes Playing in my mind As I walk through a row of trees In a silent park. It's not that windy. So, I'll have to imagine that The breeze is caressing my face. I just feel that there's something missing Amidst all of this and I just think … Continue reading Fountain Park
Wings of a Dead Butterfly
I decided to clean my room After a very long time. I had to pick an old white T-shirt As I didn't have a broom. I dusted my cupboard, Swept my floor and Moved my bed as I didn't like the Place where it previously stood. At one corner, I saw something That was clinging … Continue reading Wings of a Dead Butterfly
Tastes Like Blood
I felt comfortable at the beginning. Nothing was wrong Until I figured that something Wasn't right. You were right there. I said "Nothing's going to happen. I'll be fine." No, I was wrong. I didn't even know that you'd Make such an impact on me. I'm unable to eat. I'm unable to think. I'm trying … Continue reading Tastes Like Blood