Posts Tagged: Sad
Tickling. These are not tears, Just tickling in my stomach, Or moths in my heart, Or whatever. But not tears. They look like water drops, And taste salty as they drip, Across my cheeks and lips But these ain’t tears.
Look, the world is crumbling apart As if it’s made out of powder and dust. Look at the buildings falling down part by part. Even the trees are turning into flying ashes. And feel this seething wind Which is blowing everything
This one goes out to the greatest friend I have, and the best and the most honorable man in my life. My favorite person. Actually it’s a poem with 120 lines but I have posted just the first three stanzas. Mainly because it’s, maybe
“So the bundle is big. Can you lift it?” “Yes.” “I have a feeling you can’t.” “Feelings are not truths.” “I know I should allow you to lift it. But something very minute like a pin, hidden some where in
Suddenly he felt strange. Everything around him seemed empty. He looked at the ceiling. He looked at the ground. He looked around. It was all useless. Everything seemed like a stranger to him. He was someone new to this place.
Rarely do I write about myself on my own blog. It is mostly my experiences, ideas and epiphanies that scramble onto my blog-posts. But sometimes, some suppressed emotions of the past or present cry out loud for expression and then