Caliginous

Silencing the cries and spending the daylight hours in an ill-lit place, Her heart was turning subfusc with every passing day. Realising that raining tears couldn't help and telling people made it worse. Even though she was surrounded with innumerable people around, Yet she was getting drenched in the murky darkness that engulfed her heart.... Continue Reading →

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Perfidy

Crying doesn't seem to be a solution to this life anymore. I am wet to my bones, crying. I am shivering but that doesn't turn out to lessen my pain anyways. They say, the more you bear, the more you'll have to bear. But I don't have any option. Do I? I can't just go... Continue Reading →

Frowzy

You know why its getting even harder? It's because now worms of depression have already started to decompose my mind. They make my past memories feel fresh and make me yearn to long for them, yet again. I don't complain, staying in darkness. It's pretty normal for me. I don't complain, of friends betraying me... Continue Reading →

Living dead

Now smoking is the only thing, I can feel myself interested in. I can feel the pleasure. Pleasure of betrayal perhaps? I don't want any friend to accompany me. Now, I'm betrayed enough to get my things myself. I'm dead on my feet living this lie. My life is a lie. And my existence is... Continue Reading →

Fearsome

These are birthmarks. This is something I say to everyone who asks me about these scars. And they say that birthmarks don't pain. They're right. My scars pain because they're not birthmarks. Everytime I'm hurt I just let some of the bad blood flow out through one of the scars. They did pain once, But... Continue Reading →

Desperate.

The pale moon waneth night by night. Making me feel pretty much desperate for some lambent light. Ultimately leaving me alone. Now even the moon is drowning in the veil of darkness. Perhaps something brighter is awaiting? Or perhaps it'll be a dark moonless night. Even yin has a white spot. Then why not my... Continue Reading →

I’m

I'm a broken musical instrument, Let me flute my fears out. I'm a baseless chalice, I can't hold anything, but some dark and gloomy memories. I'm a torn football, But you can still play with me if you really loved. I'm your torn pair of shoes, I took you to my eyes whole of my... Continue Reading →

Dusty memory.

You are a dusty memory. Lying in some corner. Obliterated with cobwebs. No more mine. Painful, the memory is. But cobwebs will slowly swallow it up. Then no more this memory, will survive. For me you'll be no one. And this memory, a mere forgotten past. But they say, memories are forever. Are they? A... Continue Reading →

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