The 3am whispers of love, muddles the shattered symphonies in me. Piccolos blowing out ashes of fear of my flimsy heart, burning the wires in the flames of distrust, choking the patience, and harmony crashing my throat down, rising higher and higher. I feel numb, sitting next to the window, counting the stars like the…
LIES
LIES . . . We know trust is the basement of every relationship and love be the pillar, cemented with dreams and desires and hopes. All the relationships in this universe rely on trust and love. As rust makes the strongest iron weak and ultimately breaks it, lies are the same thing. A lie can…
SNIPPET OF MY CYNOSURE
"Your actions made me to hate you. You never fail to tear my emotions yet everytime the shine in your eyes and your mellifluous talk to my heart makes me to love you more than hating you." This is just a random piece. Without feeling what love actually can do to you, I just tried…
Don’t allow yourself to find perfection in someone else 🙅
Being the most imperfect person is more good than all time being corrected by someone to be just the perfect. Its the most regretful fact that despite being imperfect we always search for the perfect one to fill up the imperfect lacunas.🤷♀️🤷♀️🤷♀️ But we should first try to make ourself our soul our mind and…
LUST FOR IDEAL DIPOLE
Incurable Pain
Pains, some pains are not healed and some pains can't be cured Ever had this pain ???? time to take prevention from this Emotions pain
THE LIGHT YEAR
Hello, dear 18. Being the winner of the sperm race held around 19 years back, the winner is enjoying the komorebi, somewhere lost in the lust of the world. After attaining the cumbersome adulthood I want to escape from the humdrum of my life, want to be like the novaturient nomads, precisely. Cosmosgyral journey…
Late Night Talks With Universe
Talks, endless late night talks with the dumb Universe.Asking to leave me n give me n my planet an identity.Seeking help to protect my planet.Begging to answer my questions. Do you ever feel like that ????
Aashiyana, the latibule
Identity were idiosyncratic yet they came together, heaven decided. Coalesced. Now their life resides in the bricks turning that house to home Our Abode, the Aashiyana. Parturition of the new life tears of ecstasy rolled down. Mellifluous cries flooded filling all the lacuna. Scintillated that feuillemort house. He was the harbinger elation and desolation. It…
