I want to say something to you, but know not what it is. Or maybe it is the nothing that I want to share with you, the blank, the empty, the melancholy.
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She bore you for months nine, She took the pain as you came into the world, She denied you things that you liked, for your own good, For the love was always there. He was not there the day you were born, He wasn’t around for your successes, that he was providing for, He […]
Its aches work hard, for a long, 24×7. These aches, they know no breaks, they need no off days, they can go at you, hour after hour, endlessly. Relentlessly. Just like the heart that they belong to. Just like the heart that they belong to, they do their job on and on […]
सर्द मुलायम सी है ये तन्हाई, सिलवटें है सुलझ रही, सहलाता था जैसे छूना तेरा, माथे की शिकनों को हटाता हुआ, नर्म सी थी तेरी आवाज़ भी गहरी, हैं वैसी ही ख़ामोशियाँ ये सारी, ठहरी सी तेरी नज़र इन कन्धों पर, पिघलाता ग़म जो था लबों पर, मुलायम था जैसे तेरा […]
ten things to do today, one is done, ten things to set right, one is fixed. ten dresses you like, only one fits, ten dresses that fit, only one you can buy. a hundred people you meet, you click with one, a hundred you connect with, one grows on you, a hundred times […]
Now it’s here, now it’s gone, the flittering blank that I so long. Its existence is perfection, its disappearance, a promise to return. It’s the center. I’m all around. A slight movement, and the blank fills up. Even if they are colors gorgeous, I yearn for the blank, the blank beautiful. […]
soar high with me. not beyond the moon and stars, just two inches above the ground, just two moments of you and me. that place is safe. from your prying eye, from your own guards, from the limits you set for you. there’s laughter innocent, it’s baseless and beautiful. there are smiles limitless. […]
You told me you won’t hurt me, but I hurt anyway. You told me you won’t hurt me, and I hurt every day. It must be me I should blame then, for you wouldn’t hurt me, when you said you won’t. How do we know it’s not you? For I feel the pain so. But […]
Small. Insignificant. That is me. Why do I say that, when it’s all so known? I feel it more today. I feel it more now. No good reason for today or now, just you feel so once in a way. No larger purposes of adding meaning to the universe, or its existence. No aspirations of […]
If there is no supreme authority, everything is a random occurrence. Then, what does it mean to have an objective, when randomness is the ultimate influence? But, if there is indeed a supreme authority, how we live is designed before we live. Then, what does it mean to have an objective, when pleas or determination […]