#Quoted: You should write because…

Happy Monday, readers. It is two months already that dad left me alone in the abyss of this world. It seems like years and at the same time no time at all. Funny how it feels! I am trying to drag myself up the lowest rungs of life right now. Writing is the rope I'm... Continue Reading →

A Figment of Imagination

It should have been a perfect day. Only it wasn't. It should have been a romantic night. Only it wasn't. After all, all couples fight, isn't it? What's the big deal? So what, if it's an anniversary or a birthday or any damn effing day? Why should it be any different? One can start a... Continue Reading →

The Broken Swing

The girl gripped her mother's finger as the mother started narrating the story. “Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Forrest…” Her little girl of four loved horror tales. She was surprised that the girl felt no fear listening to creepy tales that would generally freak out kids that age. Mothers resort... Continue Reading →

The Book Lover

She read books. Devoured the words. Let sentences consume her. Drowned in the writer's thoughts, she experienced a liberation she long sought. ♥ She read books. Wallowed in their magic. Allowed the stories to fill the gaping holes. And heal scars the world her branded upon her soul. ♥ But more than anything, she read... Continue Reading →

Oblivious

She daydreams about the handsome princes and knights in shining armor the queens in glorious gowns and castles with secrets galore ♥ She's mesmerized by the magic conjured by wands by the beauty of invisibility cloaks by cursed rings, poisoned apples, the elves, hobbits, and dwarfs ♥ Her world lies between the pages filled with... Continue Reading →

Craving

Originally published on The Unread Book Long did she stare at the books Beyond the shiny glassdoors Reluctant to enter those massive aisles Not capable of holding herself back From stealing a copy or two Wishing for the umpteenth time She had the money to buy a few ♥ The last time, she'd entered the shop She’d... Continue Reading →

Allow Me

What are you afraid of? What’s stopping you? Some pages are better torn off and some meant to be burnt. But don't you stop me, baby, allow me to fix you back. ♥ Walk right by my side, I’ll heal those scars and take away the pain. Cast your reservations aside. Baby, open the door, allow... Continue Reading →

Long Lost

little things like secrets, like stories are bearers of poignant memories of sobs and smiles long lost  in the sands of time ♥ little things like secrets, like stories they make home and stay forever in some forgotten corner of the mind waiting to be sought and celebrated like those broken toys now left untouched, uncared in some unattended, undisturbed corner  in the attic gathering dust and what not... Continue Reading →

When a writer bleeds

her world shrinks as faces cease to exist days lack brightness nights miss the glow walks become rambles blank are the thoughts no place is desirable just she and herself behind shut doors are windows closed and the solitary corner beckoning her not a speck of light in the gloomy room except a flickering lamp at... Continue Reading →

Maybe We Were Never Done…

I don’t know what happiness is. I don’t know what being content is. But I can hardly say I'm resentful anymore. When I think of the past, I think of everything that wasn’t. I think of everything there is now. I see the roads I've trudged and the ones I did not. I feel deep... Continue Reading →

Difficult Writing Times

Sounds very much like one of those newspaper titles to me but good that we do not have such things. Can't imagine what days would be like to have a newspaper like that to start the day with! So I am talking about times that are difficult. Unfavorable. Adverse. Google says, it is when there... Continue Reading →

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