Promises
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
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
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
I cross the rocks, on my journey, in search of love. … More Cruise of love
On one lazy Friday afternoon, I look up from my desk. People were already calling it a day, and bidding their goodbyes, and wishing a happy weekend. The clock tells me it is a little over 4 in the afternoon. … More Friday
That sense of solidarity, that empathy, no matter how fugacious it seems now, that’s something. That’s more than something. Memories. Memories vehemently cling to such warmth. … More Rain