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
May be we shouldn't have confessedIt was a little more Love was not the word we useLove brought out our insecuritiesYou know how it feels when my head rests on your shoulderI know how it feels when you hold me nearerAnd that was enough May be we shouldn't have confessedIt was a little more Together... Continue Reading →
Masters of the Game
just like cigaretteit all goes up in smokered as emberthe heart burnsetched into the wallsecho screams of my silencefour letter wordschange their coursecelebrations of delighta theatrical geniusunderneath the mulching suffocate what remainsthere are days of unbecomingthere are days of schemingand with all that manipulationyou... I become Masters of the Game
Every Colour Dahlia
Every Color Dahlia The city haze covers the dawn. The sun rays hide in the misty gaze of my view that spreads across the horizon. Last, when I checked it was still termed as fog and not smog, and the air is breathable so I take the liberty of looking at the scene positively. The... Continue Reading →
Truth or Truth
Hidden in the folds of timeIs the truth that is never understoodFor all we humans seek is justiceFor our make-believe versions History is distorted they sayBut in reality it is just an extensionOf the distorted present we liveAs our truth and their lies.