Today, Just for a second, It hit me the same. Just for a second but, It brought me back to my grave.

She's so beautiful, not the kind of beautiful that you get enchanted only at the first glance, but the kind that slowly captures you. For my love. For my grandma.

And they tell you to, let it soak, not let it sink, let yourself drown, but don't drink, as you weep, as you weep, and earn their keep (creep).

Seasons get by, and people adapt, who can afford to.

You left them behind, abandoned the victims that you made, and the victim that you played. You filled them with pain, and killed them with guilt. Guilt that had no place, no space, yet you let it spread, not like wildfire, but like blood. Self-blame into self-hatred, making them feel pathetic, for s...Read more

I'm fine as I am, I'm good as I'll be. As I try to find balance, between my solitude and social, Calm and chaos, false and faith.

On seeing her devotion for her God , I found my love falling short. When I got to know about her God, Then I understood the bond. And when I accepted her God as mine, My love turned into passion, And she became my prayer.

Sometimes I also want to be seen, but sometimes I give in to these voices in my head, as I disguise my insecurities and isolation, in the mist of drinking knowledge. I desire it because I'm deprived of it. I am no savior. I am no villain. I am just, a mere human.

Why some crave to be carved, painted with red, and as they pour out, it should hurt, but they don't. As it pours and pours, as a proof, as a symbol, as a sense of relief, as an illusion of feeling free.

The traveler weeps and weeps, Until it can't resist, The temptation to give in To the voices, And develops a disease.

I am afraid to touch you because you're deep asleep having a dream where I'm good and I am afraid that as soon as I'll touch you You'll wake up into this dark place that we're living in and I know that you were always aware of it but you weren't aware of me because I'm only good in your sleep the r...Read more

I realize my own pace, The time I walk alone. Not being sad or happy, But when I let some people go.

I'd make you walk, Even if my legs were dead. I'd not let you fall, Even if I had to catch you by a thread. I'd hold you in my arms, Even if my hands were to give out, Even if I were to give in, I'd keep you safe. But how long? How long will I be able to if I don't cure myself? How long will I keep...Read more

I'm still at the seaside, searching for the pearls. But did I lose those bricks, which could help me build a home?

This hollow feeling that has caged me in again, This loneliness that creeps in at times, This social side of me being a human wanting to be out, This urge to let myself fly or drown, I don't know into what, and I don't know how. Like you're here but you don't want to be, like you're close to someth...Read more