3 am

So we meet again, 3 am? I envy the fact just how much you like to break me down to my insecurities, making me look down on me. No matter how much I try to ignore you being busy, you never seem to stop following me. Sometimes I just wonder why do you have to …

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The Red Notebook

Somethings are best left unsaid, they say. I guess this is most true in this scenario. Feelings when grown unwanted, can act like that ugly weed in your beautiful flowery garden. The worst thing about them, when they hit you, they hit you hard. Like a stranger in an unknown country, it makes you go …

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Reminiscing Old Times

Gone are the days without packed bags and uneven uniforms; as the slightest stain on the shirt is now a big worry. Nothing even feels the same. Realising the euphoria of childhood has escaped me, is the hardest truth ever. The ringing of the ice-cream truck doesn’t excite me anymore; finding a snack corner is …

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Strange

Tonight, I feel strange. No, I’m not sick or anything and the 2 a.m. on the clock doesn’t bother me anymore. I am backspacing more words than I type. This emptiness I feel was not forever in my mind. My void soul craves for some contact. But contact to whom or what? Even my pity …

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The Fancy Night

1 a.m. on the clock, half of the world’s asleep and all i can hear is dead silence. The thin air around me carries more sound than anything else. Screen lit and fingers tapping on the keyboard, considered to be loudest. Still in this inexpressible silence, I can hear a million things. All the things …

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“Own”

  Somethings are not yours, even if you own them. No matter how much of possession you try to force on them, they’re just not yours. Same is the case with people and events. Certain moments of life, you feel like this is it. This is my moment, I won! But a bit more observation …

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What was, and what will be?

What was, and what will be? Am I the only one wondering about these things in dead silence with melancholy music playing in my earphone at 3:00 am in the night. I hear nothing but the soft beats that songs bring to me, on top of that the brittle sound of keys pressing on my …

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