Comfort.

So many stories to tell. So much to write about. Numerous situations, just couldn’t get myself out. Broken stars craving embrace of the dark. People begging for the sake of their heart. Countless people I met, a few I pushed away while others straight-away left. Somehow, I find myself keeping my thoughts inside. I wonder…

Shooting Star.

I know, I lost my will to dream, for the nightmares kept pushing me down into the deep dark hole of survival where I kept questioning my worth, my existence, the reasons to trade my life. But I shine, not with my eyes but words that I kept hidden inside, afraid of letting them out…

Issues.

In the mirror, she sees a soul; trapped in a body, with self-worth issues waiting on her to look it in the eyes, and mean it when she says, “One day, we’ll break free.”

Scribble.

Tripping soul. Unsaid words. Some battles fought; Survived and lost. Unexplained rage. Tears streaming down the face. Memories shared. Some nightmares feared. Scattered thoughts. Some questions raised. Few answers sought. Some love gained. Broken promises. Some efforts went in vain. Thousand wounds. A million emotions. Some stories made. Scribbled randomly Just on a blank page.

Disguise.

A new life awaits the dead. Crumbled bones; loosened hopes, Shaking and taking my breath. The silence of the graveyard, curtailing the beauty of the wreath. Look into the grave, See how far you’ve come; he said. But here, only death surrounds, Wounded and shattered souls all around. “Can I stay with you tonight? I’d…

Dark.

He was right there Asking me if I could stay A little more that day. I know, I wasn’t someone he would wish to be with, or silently crave. But he must’ve felt, my incompleteness; a certain way like the Sun without its rays. Sitting outside in the cold, All I could see was, his…

Crowd.

And when I was told to be a part of the crowd, I chose to sit back; safe and sound. They asked me ‘Why?’. “No one’s there.” I said. “I want peace instead of sound.” Humiliation, I felt. Questioning my sanity, they left me unbound. Craving isolation, Embracing myself, slept on the couch. Here, I…