My Days

I begin my day hoping that it goes well than yesterday. Of-course its what most people hope about but what I hope the most is today I don’t have to face my father, today maybe I’ll cry less, maybe someone will make me feel worthy. I look at the mirror and say I am beautiful… More

My Subconscious

I hold unbearable pain that no one could imagine of. I never imagined that my sweet 16 could be so devastating to me that it would change the whole real me. I really want to know what my true mistake is. How could he even think of it. What does he think of me. I… More

A page of my story

My heart feels a bit enlighted for today I was successful in making him feel what I felt few days ago. At first he was trying to hide his tears but his tears seemed to reveal itself from his moist eyes. The things that I felt for him made him repent and cry which in… More

The Old Circus

How could I be so blind sided. What have I been so busy in, what the heck was I involved in? Every moment I feel that something’s really calm and the calmness is non other than his patience. The vague patience that he had been holding up increasing the bar of his rage had burst… More


Its over a year now that from the day when everything in my life fell apart. When my my life diverged into the way of desolation, despair and sacrifices. How could I forget the Black Day, 3rd March, when I was fighting back with all my strength to save her. I was weak then, I… More

Delicasy of life

Her delicate fragile voice. Her unspirited gloomy voice gives me a signal that it’s still not over. We are living on the edge of a knife, any disaster can turn the table upside down. Everyday we hope that god will listen to our prayers and lift us from this dirt. I cannot bear with the… More


Not having a photo with you doesn’t upset me much for a photo with you standing next to me wouldn’t matter if you are always there with me as a support in every step of my life. I tried keeping all my hatred and ego aside today but unfortunately you didn’t put the same effort… More

Fault Part

It’s all my fault. I wish I had died in my mother’s womb like any other fortunate baby who don’t have to grow up to disappoint their guardian. If only I had taken birth as a boy, he would never have to suffer and take my burden. If only I had the courage to slit… More

Extremity of despondency

They say that start your day with positivity, good thoughts and feelings so that your day will glow as bright as the sun. They tell you to think before you speak but never give you the suggestions about what to speak and how to react in an extreme condition. Only if there was a way… More

The diverged path

Every thing feels so weird now. Any content that pops up in the television associating a family feels like a cringe content to watch together. It’s I and you that makes we, that joins pieces of people’s heart into one part. Everyone is completely hollow even though having complete wholeness individually. With every road that… More

Realisation of midnight

I got too engulfed in my world that I forgot what is out there. I set my boundaries and limited myself to socialise with people. Maybe just because I didn’t want people to bother with my problems. But I have drifted apart from everything I can think of. Evergreen was my life and I can’t… More

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Letters from Revolutionary Road

Dear April, We can never imagine the amount of grief you had to bear. Especially as a housewife, the stipulation to live life in mediocrity and never get to become anything more. Not getting to do what you want; unable to grab the freedom to choose the things you love. Dear Frank,  Could you not… More

Scars of friendship

I wait just like the same old days for my friends to reach out and predict the grey skies above my head. Spent my time loitering around looking for new friends but my path led me back to the same old road instead They lead me to you but when we’re together I feel I… More

Tireless Dream

Open eyes, restless night, heavy heart. There are small dreams in burdened minds that dare to grow. There is insanity in everyone. A ray of sunlight in dark rooms ignites hope and leaves. A smell of dampness reminds us that there is nothing more we yearn for. Dreams, sunlight, smell. There is madness in everyone.… More