As darkness starts to wrap it’s arms around me, I look to find myself alone. All alone, in the middle of somewhere which is nowhere – is the end here? But then, I find the moon, shining with all it’s might, guiding me home. In response to Sonya‘s Three Line Tales.
They feel his pain – as their own. They feel his love – as their own. Because he gives us a dream. Because reality is wearing us down, and dreams welcome us with a warm hug and a big smile. Because an aggregation of responsibilities form our reality, and dreams give us freedom from that. Everyone is living in a dream. Everyone desperately wants to. … More Dreams
I stand on the road and shout for help. The sombre silence of the road broke again and again, as I cry for help in middle of somewhere which is nowhere. … More Promises
Our eyes meet, and we smile. And at that moment, our hearts resonate.
For a moment, time slows down. For a moment, our eyes are locked. For a moment, we linger.
And then, we move on. We cross each other, and we become strangers. Again. … More Strangers
Today is the day I banish my hell. Today is the day I let go. Today is the day I should walk away from the magic. Today is the day when I grasp my memories, for the last time. Today is the last day of my oblivion. … More Oblivion
Death exists. Death exists in the gusty wind, in the bewitching sunset, in the dainty flowers, in the nondescript office desk, in the flickering streetlamps, in every flake of life. Death exists in our everyday life, and we slowly walk towards Him. … More Death
At sunset, I used to walk up to the hill. At sunset, I used to sing a lullaby. At sunset, I used to walk the pebbled roads. At sunset, I used to stop by a garden. At sunset, I used to see her, every day. … More Sunset
Time.
Is time a healer, or a mere cloak? A cloak – which shrouds the pain with a sense of serenity, only to be blown away by the winds of an abrupt storm? … More Broken
What are heroes and villains, if not but the opposite sides of the same canvas – one shining brightly with a picture, while the other – a mere wooden piece collecting specks of dust in the shadows? … More Pause
