Black The calm sunsets at the beach with handover the shoulder of the one who would walk shoulder to shoulder in all storms and pleasant day. The breeze makes her hair fly high and she smiles for a moment could not understand what was more beautiful her smile or the sunset. Time the culprit signals … Continue reading An illusion
It's in the darkness of the night, My demons come out to play. They sing a song of death Yet not kill , It's sings the story of the by gone days. It's makes me shed the tears Which I promised never to shed. It reminds me of the times we spent together And pushes … Continue reading In the dark nights…
Let the heart, ache into an unbearable pain. let the mind, break into a million pieces. For all the memories , for all the laughs let it haunt you to a sleepless day and night. For once you have felt all the pain shed all the tears that flowed like a river. let the walls … Continue reading Let the heart, ache and the mind ,break.
Storm "Can you handle the storm ?", he asked himself as he set afoot into a new territory within him, all was dark and gloomy. The darkness was becoming his friend he had seen it coming, yet he did not stop it from happening, for the storm seemed pleasant at that point. The storm destroyed … Continue reading Gloomy storm
Transformation- She transformed herself into a mighty warrior for she had seen battles and she had seen the blood shed, she could not take it no longer she did not wait for the knight in shiny armour She became the knight in armour. She took the oath of honour with pride for she transformed herself … Continue reading A transformation
There were times of peace there was a time when we stood together i was on my knees trusting you without questioning you. When the world around trembled i stood with the belief that you shall and will be there for me, Even when you took away the world away from me i stood there … Continue reading We are at war
Purpose - The search began for the purpose of life, the journey was started under the dark moonless night the stars served as dots, and the mind started connecting the dots. Suddenly the aimless life seemed to be filled with curiosity and appreciation for oneself. The urge to prove to oneself was more important than proving to … Continue reading Purpose