Nobody Dear, I missed You. I missed You not for what You wrote to me but for what I could write to You.. I wrote this cause I know You think this was the reason I stopped writing. You would have assumed this cause of the kind of selfish I am. But You are wrong.… Continue reading Letter 3
Dear nobody, Not what You say.. I want to know what You hide. The profound impact of a confession. I want to feel it when it comes from the one who thinks 20 and says one. Bad..bad ratio i tell You. Not good enough. Not good enough. Not good enough is what has echoed in… Continue reading Letter 2
Does this happen to You? On being asked one personal question…everything comes rushing into. All the mistakes. I go so nervous about not answering the precise answer. Am unclear. My answers misfit. Some see through my half truths as lies. Some are too naive to gauge. I leave heavy on the fact that I lied… Continue reading Letter 1
“Do you think we can be friends?” I asked. He stared up at the ceiling. “Probably not, but we can pretend.” ― Priya Ardis, Ever My Merlin
That you remember, that you need. That you feed me to your asinine fantasies. That I come in your ‘mares. That I haunt when you walk the bare walls.. That you see me in that gloom of despair. I know I smile in those: with the sharp look of my eye. From the highs of… Continue reading #240217
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Answer by Swati Kaushik: Before everything.. Living in kolkata is like living both in the sophisticated city of kolkata and the old city Howrah. Living in kolkata is like a zit on Your face. You know what You did to get it the tip of your nose but You crib…
Mornings, where you want to see no one and be no one. There’s no exchange I wish to do. I know what and where I am and what I gave up to be here. I know exactly- by the ounce how much will it take for me to be and do what I think I… Continue reading Dloom-Gay Borning Mlue.
As he returns to write, the vision fails him. The blinding glare of the monitor he had been staring into for so long starts acting up. He sees an electric fizziness in the air. The colors appear real. Only if he could translate them into words. He can’t. He starts speaking.. Slowly first. Like he… Continue reading As was. As is.
Tonight too when she’ll ask me, I will not have an answer. Tonight too, I’ll walk away, decided I would never return. Tonight too I’ll realize the impending presence of an invisible thread of hope tethering me to her. Tonight too when the voice of madness calls, I’ll respond in action. Or not. I have… Continue reading Hoping Tonight.
When I first started writing the story of my life the power in my eyes was nil. Today, when the roses strewn are dead and withered, I have a different story to tell. I know its not safe. Safe to take risks. I didn’t for the longest time. Guess what, playing by the rules didn’t… Continue reading The first manuscript.
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