Seige

When I die, Don't cry, Just stay strong like you always were, A Role Model for Me, A sky, full of hopes, A sea of infinite opportunities, When I die, Don't cry, Remember those times when we all were together, From stealing little things from the cupboards, And paying the price by studying the whole... Continue Reading →

Quench

As she gulped down the last drop of syrup from the bottle, Acting as she loved it, It had now become a thing in her hourly schedule, She couldn't unsee it, The void that was left for her, An Eerie silence that demanded her patience, Time does heal the scar, but for her, it was... Continue Reading →

Two Hearts on a Cold Street

A beautiful melancholy, A composition that was brand new, Never heard, Never seen before, A first-hand experience, The way they coupled their hands together, Forming a perfect grip, A grip that would never loosen, The way their eyes met, followed by their souls, It was different, A bit unique, They weren't searching for a destination,... Continue Reading →

The Empty Cabin

He visited the cabin again today, after 6 long years, His dad's cabin, Where his dad used to work, doing his research and experimenting on chemicals, Still the same setup, he recollected, Burette's and Pipette's, bottled chemicals with warning labels on them, Various distinct beakers placed side by side, He still remembers the day, when... Continue Reading →

My First Book: Purple-A Series of Short Stories

Hello Readers, The book is titled as "Purple" because It symbolizes power, nobility, luxury, and ambition. It conveys wealth and extravagance. Purple is associated with wisdom, dignity, independence, creativity, mystery, and magic. It all started with a simple thought that I had, to compile all the short stories and emotional blogs into one volume and to make it available for offline/online readers forever... Continue Reading →

The Bookmark

The chapters he left, The dimensions that went unexplored,  The book could still feel his last touch, His attention, the book demands, His unfathomable love towards the books, His collection of "Love stories", "Fiction work" and everything still mapped his bookshelf, He was somewhere lost, Lost in his own world, His wife now auctioning his books, ... Continue Reading →

The Open Mouths

They never approved, They never denied, They were just OPEN, To criticize, They questioned, But left unanswered, They stated, But never proved, They doubted, But never assisted, They always had sympathy, But never showed empathy, They always questioned, "Why don't you spend time with others?" I never answered, Little do they know about "introvert", Little... Continue Reading →

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