in Articles Time
Where did the time go? Second by second, moment by moment. Doing the things I never thought I would. Following the schedule I never thought I could. Drowning between the bridge of my desires and what’s necessary. We, as humans have made the concept of ‘existence’ so hard. Study hard, excel in that field, have …
in Articles Mad World
Here we are moving in circles, running the daily races. Going nowhere in between the rush they share. Bound by rules, shackled in an illusion of happiness; the virtual reality as they call it. More calls, less seeing; more texts, less talking; more social media, less socializing. All fake, nothing real. Got no goals, got …
in Articles A Smoker’s Journal
The feels of something ending, which has been attached to you for so long is always devastating. Even if it’s something you hate. As I light up what is supposed to be the last cigarette of my life, my soul trembles down. As the first puff hits, my taste buds activate, followed by my lungs …
in Articles 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 …
in Fan Submitted, Poetry Love
LOVE, easy to say Hard to fall in. What I now think is that I am never gonna win. Always in a fright, That you can never be mine, Is what stopped me, Telling you About my love being pure And for me you are mine!! I recall what all stupid plans I made, Shopping, …
in Articles 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 …
in Articles 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 …