Fragments of Silence
Writing is one of the finest approaches to exhibiting our love when our fragments of silence fail.
Horizon
The writer and the poet are separated by the horizon called rhythm.
Voids in my heart
The mighty voids in my heart drowned when it went for a swim in the emotional tide.
The primitive crew
She came from a conservative family. The patriarchal family crew confine her from learning anything new. She tried to run away from this cultural world, stumbling on bitter words hurled by primitives. Every dark night, she believed that her nightmares would end tonight. She fought against social inequality. She carried scars as a reward for…
The regret that made me happy
I was searching for hope in profound darkness. With utter grief, I was searching for calmness in indefinable sadness. My heart begins to feel numb. Before the past starts haunting me I have to set my troubled soul free to sail above the land and sea. Wandering with an emotional burden under the soaring sun. It…
11. Moonlight Terrace Pool
We spent our last night under the moonlight terrace pool. I was blabbering at my girl like a romantic fool. I took her for a memorable swim. My hands started to move around her waist. She gave me a tight hug and a passionate kiss that felt like unending bliss. I waited for a decade…
10. Immeasurable Love
She said our love was immeasurable, which only lasted a month. One year and 6 months to be precise.
9. Fictional Love!
She asked me whether I could write about her?I asked her why?She replied that I am good at writing fictions. She was not a fiction but a poem.
8. XOXOXOXO
Gift her with a medley of kisses and cuddles, not a bag of wounds and scars. I was her Santa!
7. Rejection and Abandonment
I preferred rejection after a proposal over abandonment after love. This held me back from opening up.