I laugh, I cry and I wont deny, I still function everyday just the way I had recite But I have stopped living 'life' long ago I confess It now just lies in my desperate dreams and desire You are now a forbidden clause, Even the alphabets of your name makes my pen stop… Continue reading Muse by a crying heart
When I was little I had a toy which never use to break; no matter how much I threw it, from whatever distance, it would still be intact. And I guess, it made me believe that everything in life acts the same way. 'No matter what I would do, it will still be unchanged, just… Continue reading The more you throw it away, the more that will hurt
Saying 'I've lost count..' will be an exaggeration Cause people too close don't betray you I assure. However there are those who bend infront of certain situation. Like the soldiers in the war 'defenseless' and vulnerable. Betrayal is nothing but having your heart and trust broken in simple words. But the chaos in the mind… Continue reading Betrayal
I can cross 7 oceans but you will still be one more ocean away at last. I can weave you into a beautiful poem but you will still ask for a novel instead. I can buy you all the diamonds but you will still cry for the gems to want. I can take you to… Continue reading I can but you still wont
To the broken heart (Remember), Don't. Don't take the quill and write down what you feel. For your heart will be tore apart all over again. You have been lonely for months which turned into years. And she hasn't been there, she hasn't been there to heal you. She hasn't been beside you in this… Continue reading To the broken heart (Remember)
Three words, 'I am fine' seems to be empty yet hold a deep meaning beneath. It just takes good eyes to see under the thick surface. You can see the world screaming yet be silent in the chaos. Three words, 'I am fine' seems to be empty yet hold a deep meaning beneath. I have… Continue reading Three words, ‘I am fine’
Will you count the stars with me? Or do I have to make loneliness my companion? There lies the countless memories, of you and me in recycle bin. Should I rather erase them completely than worry about our beings? Just a silent scream, in this void that I breath. Call it what you want, but… Continue reading Will you?