Still You

I have finally stopped trying to heal...I just hope for my soulPoetry may be my solace from myselfBut in every crack of my heart... You still be - Vibha

Holding On

There is a space between the ribs. It is called emptiness. As hollow as it may seem, it is heavy. I carry it well on the outside but inside the pain is unbearable. I smile, I laugh, I push myself to smile till every muscle of my body tears apart. I may be the happiest...

Holding on the Monkey Bar

Nothing bothered them, neither the fact that they were in a public place, nor that their dresses will lose the perfect iron sheen, and not even that it can injure them. They jumped around in the moving train while their mother was busy on the phone. The two girls not more than eight years in...