Valentines Day can be hard for people going through heartbreaks and this piece can help you vent out and release your bottled emotions.
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My Mother’s Curse
Crawled up in a corner, In middle of a panic attack, Comes an imaginary flashback My father tearing up the letters In more than a thousand pieces And yelling on my mother, “Now, this is your only family.” When she was about to post Some handwritten letters Scribbled on a scented paper The letters that … Continue reading My Mother’s Curse
Piggybank of courage
She was born & cursed, insulted restricted, abused and, exploited but she thrived coz she was created with a piggybank of courage Every time she sees her mother smile while weeping in her sorrows Every time she is able to drive away the bullies inside and outsside Every time she turns a deaf ear to … Continue reading Piggybank of courage
White Nights
This is an old story I wrote for some short story competition. For some reasons unknown, I find it easy to read and soothing for the soul. Hope you'll would like it too. “Can’t you see I am trying to shoo you away?” my voice is stern this time. But it’s funny how animals sometimes … Continue reading White Nights
I Am Alive
Flipping through the old diariesReading out the old poemsListening to the old voicesI feel nostalgic Helpless I feelsometimes to such an extentThat the very word seemsto be trivial to me I swear I always triedtill there were tears in my eyesand i know i could not make anyone believewhat my life has always meant to … Continue reading I Am Alive
My mind is a kaleidoscope
If my mind could be a place, it would be a maze Some parts are deep, stinking ditches,While others are fragrant, bright gardens.Some are as dangerous as a cliff's edge,While others are as benevolent as a rose bed.Some are rollercoaster rides to old memoirs,While others are winding roads to new adventures. If my mind … Continue reading My mind is a kaleidoscope
A Ray Of Hope For The Tired Soul
Every sprout is a promise to the seed Every invention is a tribute to the need Every intention welcomes a new deed Every incarnation is the birth of a creed When everything new bids farewell to old Each new day hands me memories to hold Every literature gives me thoughts to mold Every tragedy leaves … Continue reading A Ray Of Hope For The Tired Soul
Death
A very old poem I wrote when I was suffering from clinical depression and couldn't see any hope ahead. They say life is not a bed of roses You say everyone goes through one But tell me, dear, for once Do you know what it is really like? To witness life as a … Continue reading Death
The Demon Inside Me
They say everyone has a demon to fight, I have met mine. It sits between my heart and throat, I fear if it wakes up, It won’t let me move. I fear, either it would pierce my heart open or project my inner darkness on the world. Sometimes I fight, often I lose; I sit … Continue reading The Demon Inside Me
The BIOSCOPED Life 