”Pacing back and forth in a fit of rage. Losing a day’s sleep within a flip of a page.”
When I wake up I think of you.
When I sleep I’m worried about thinking of you in the morning.
When I forget about you I’m reminded. When I remember, I wish I had forgotten. Continue reading
A ‘guest’ could do,
what so many casualties couldn’t
I blog on wordpress
when i don’t, i am restless
I suck at haikus.
What I love to eat… Continue reading
Sleep is now secondary.
Do I write haikus?
Or do they write them themselves?
The challenge begins…
He woke up the next morning, alone & in pain. With a headache and a faint memory, he set out again.
To look for what would complete him. So what if he couldn’t remember what it was? Some success-stories are made so by their sheer incompetence.
He was positive he’d find it. So he set out to do the inevitable, as written in children’s tales, and to do the unbelievable, if only his memory prevails.
He went to the place he spend his childhood in, where he dismissed more than he reminisced.
Then to the spot where he often went with his teen-hood sweetheart, found so little he could redefine zilch. Continue reading
She walked away holding the tears in her eyes. She wasn’t the one to cry. She’s the one whose shoulders have been drenched with tears of her dear ones. She is that pillar everyone longs for in their lives. And I managed to shake the foundation of that monument…
Her chin trembled as she looked at me, the last time she did, I believed then. She walked away with her face towards the ground, the same ground that we walked upon together.
Her smile had many-a-times been the highlight of my days. The same expression that Continue reading