fourteen
I have come to realize that it is simple and yet very hard for me is to move on. I have a weird concept related to moving on. In retrospect, I can never move on, but still move on. The only difference being the perspective I see things from. I have always had a great […]
three
Double edged sword.The knife that is used to stab sometimes digs deep into fingers. Perhaps, I had been hasty in a few too many things. But then again, the few things was way too many to count. I have started to realize that I have very low tolerance for patience. I want things to be […]
Lacuna
I. Lacuna A BLANK SPACE More often than not, things don’t always turn out the way we thought. – ʞɐ It was a silent night, compared to most of the other nights. The nights have actually been the same, there is not really much happen around except for the occasional fire trucks passing through. The […]
Pity
I am doing just fine, often is a lie and we know why we tell it when people ask us how we are doing! I am not much of a talker, but I do make a certain exceptions. And let’s not even talk about sharing emotions, I am way too bad at it, or perhaps I […]
Timing.
Time is so important. Or to be more precise, timing is even more important! Who knew? I remember the time I had a crush on a girl. And everytime we crossed each other’s path, I pretended to be busy in something like laughing at that invisible joke on my mobile with the locked screen. Ha-ha-ha, […]
Fish, A Haiku
In despair, the heart sunk Plenty of fish, consoled they, but The only mermaid, she is. ______ Fish : A daily prompt by The Daily Post. (November 14) ____ I am participating in #NaBloPoMo (National Blog Posting Month) and this is #Day15 post.
Anything is fine
Choice, it is power while at the other times, it leaves people in dilemma. Why does it get so hard to make a choice sometimes? Why does it have to sink people in confusion? So, what do you think? “I guess anything is fine”. Is it that the people are easy going and they think that the choice […]
Scars
Scars. Scars. The intimate reflection of self in words, not painted, not drawn, but etched representing an emblem of braving the odds. They reveal a story, visible but concealed. It could be as trivial as a memory, or perhaps a hardship, or the terrible past. Terrible past too? Why would anyone want to keep the past if it was terrible, […]
Broken
_____ We are all a little broken inside. Wait, what? Broken, are we? No, not at all. Absolutely Not. Because we are strong and being broken is a sign of weakness. We don’t even know what you mean by broken inside. We all are perfect, happy people, who don’t cry at all, who are vary […]
Write what should not be forgotten.
______ Write. Because it’s the passion, the peace, the freedom, the music. There is a whole world to be explored, a world beyond what we see, a world where there are infinite possibilities. The world that is inside of us. Because writing takes us places we have never imagined before, lets us be the architects building […]