Posts Tagged: Love

Museless


This isn’t a phenomenon To be without Any wind, Or water, Or fire. It’s been a while Since I have been Museless, With none to write songs about, With none to move through my couplets, Just a blank space Filled

Museless


This isn’t a phenomenon To be without Any wind, Or water, Or fire. It’s been a while Since I have been Museless, With none to write songs about, With none to move through my couplets, Just a blank space Filled

My Love


My love is supernatural. My love is dark. My love wakes up in the middle of the night And watches the moving cars. My love swims to far off coasts, And visits cemeteries. My love sleeps like a fading shadow

My Love


My love is supernatural. My love is dark. My love wakes up in the middle of the night And watches the moving cars. My love swims to far off coasts, And visits cemeteries. My love sleeps like a fading shadow

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A Final Year Diary 2


February: Love: (n) \ˈləv\ noun 1. a feeling of strong or constant affection for a person 2. attraction that includes sexual desire : the strong affection felt by people who have a romantic relationship (The verb form of ‘love’ is

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A Final Year Diary 2


February: Love: (n) \ˈləv\ noun 1. a feeling of strong or constant affection for a person 2. attraction that includes sexual desire : the strong affection felt by people who have a romantic relationship (The verb form of ‘love’ is

That Cracking Sound


#The Forgotten Name of Love- Chapter 3 It took just a week for the wounds on his body to heal. And another for him to regain his strength back. But even after the third week, the guilt and regret were

That Cracking Sound


#The Forgotten Name of Love- Chapter 3 It took just a week for the wounds on his body to heal. And another for him to regain his strength back. But even after the third week, the guilt and regret were

Broken Heart And Rusted Bicycle


Broken heart, And pieces of glass- I throw them out of my window. Useless stuffs!   A deflated basketball, And failed dreams- I sell them out to that street hawker. For a few coins.   My rusted bicycle, And a

Broken Heart And Rusted Bicycle


Broken heart, And pieces of glass- I throw them out of my window. Useless stuffs!   A deflated basketball, And failed dreams- I sell them out to that street hawker. For a few coins.   My rusted bicycle, And a

The Mortal of Eden


Wild  and sad, As if they had bled Tears the night before. Searched frantically In the bushes of Eden Those two eyes of yore. They were crying Without tears. They were praying Without prayers. “What do you want?” It wasn’t

The Mortal of Eden


Wild  and sad, As if they had bled Tears the night before. Searched frantically In the bushes of Eden Those two eyes of yore. They were crying Without tears. They were praying Without prayers. “What do you want?” It wasn’t

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The Voice of Silence


Listen to this silence. It conveys so much. Things that are tough to say; things that cannot be said. It roars like a storm in front of my senses. It tells you the story of an ancient curse roaming in the

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The Voice of Silence


Listen to this silence. It conveys so much. Things that are tough to say; things that cannot be said. It roars like a storm in front of my senses. It tells you the story of an ancient curse roaming in the