thirteen.5 things about a girl in my head.

zeroth. (g) the path from my jaw to my shoulder was always stained and tainted and marked with her red bites. she’d say in the end, ‘sorry’, a soft whisper, warm breath against my neck, ‘i didnt mean to hurt you.’ first. (h) she was selfish, blue and aflame. she was heartless, broken and grey. she…

a small take on love. 

tell you what, the someone you decide to fall for isn’t going to be very different from everyone else, they’ll feel familiar, similar, usual. but they wont be anything you expected. they’d be of a different size, maybe even a different color. maybe they’d be reddish yellow, full of sunsets. or maybe they’d be grey,…

closure.

closure ;|ˈklōZHər| (noun)
– a feeling that an emotional experience has been resolved.

(this contains my bad humor and a rant on how to be happy)

​how to not fall for him

1. stay strong, stick to what you believed. don’t let his words melt you. he’s a miscellany of lies and false hope. his words might be sweet and they might warm your heart but please don’t let yourself believe him. 2. avoid writing about him because once your words end up on paper, you can’t…

what you are.

you constantly feel everything; the morning walks of housewives, the cold condensed vapour on the iced tea bottles, yellow lights of the moving cars, the big glob of the cloud that floated in the afternoon, the word of every suicidal book. you have a small curved waist, you stand out and you have a petite body. the…

i swear i dont (previously: untitled series, #1)

title courtesy: Cameron D Hamilton (thankyouu, aye) disclaimer: this is not a writing, this is a 10 pm work and this is not meant to be anything. this might be close to a rant but this is not a rant. i repeat, this is not a rant. i hate how you still look at me the way you…

modern incomplete fairytales, #5

(read other parts of this whole series first; modern incomplete fairytales, 1-5) pt5, the airport.  it’s been a month and she’s leaving again even though she promised not to. she’s at the airport and he’s at the library she worked at. she’s trying not to miss the flight and he’s trying to get a cab. the fate’s…

modern incomplete fairytales, #4

(read other parts of this whole series; modern incomplete fairytales, 1-5) pt4, the bus station.  they met again at the old bus station with no railings and where a bus rarely came. it wasn’t raining but umbrellas were involved. he never believed in umbrellas, and she never believed in getting wet. she had a peach umbrella with blue stripes and he…

love taken from real conversations, #2.

i often find myself wondering how it feels to live in a poem, to be the one they read every night; trying to find the meaning every time, in every line. to be a poem that breathes and talks about everyone you ever loved and no one will even know about it, because they wont…