I’m writing a story

I am writing a story, and it goes like this. The protagonist – me – is sitting with a girl on the floor in the corner of the room all curled up because of the cold. We’re having a conversation on things that might seem irrelevant to a passer by. We smile and laugh and… Continue reading I’m writing a story

Untitled (as love always is)

When I told you that I’d been in love with you since 5 months, I imagined you reacting in different ways in my head. I had had all sorts of reactions before and I believed I could handle it. When I told you that I’d been in love with you since 5 months, I imagined… Continue reading Untitled (as love always is)

Cheers

Cheers for a day of sadness, that felt forever lain beside you; Cheers for the gloomy evenings, that worked so hard to divide you. Cheers for the muddled smile on faces, that forced you to look inside; Cheers for times you felt so desperate, that your feelings you couldn’t hide. Cheers for all all the… Continue reading Cheers

When she cried

I could see – lines running through her cheeks. Those places where her makeup had worn off And salty waters had absorbed the whitish powder. Her face was blunt; Her nose dripping, as she slowly wiped the extra liquid off with her finger, making that light sniffing sound sad people make. Her eyes were red;… Continue reading When she cried

Stubborn

Stubborn you It’s what you do – You take something unimportant And start your useless rants. Like clattering of dancing shoes you make noise while you argue. You even try to stage up a fight just to prove that you were right. But your so called “arguments” – they lack logic; in the least to… Continue reading Stubborn