Music

Her slender fingers moved expertly on the cello, Sometimes gliding and sometimes plucking the delicate threads . As the world around her stepped into the trance created by her music, she stepped into an abyss of solace and passion. Eyes closed, her fingers wove magic into the air through its movement.The melody touched souls, playing…

Scarred in Love

The pink jarred lines, Adorned her slender wrists. A pool of liquid, satiny red; Gathered below, from her slits. Her face looked peaceful, though pale. Red lush lips curled up; As if mocking her fate. Her body lay; lifeless, Cocooned up like a fetus. As if it were shielding her, Away from suffering and pain….

Forbidden to forget

Knock knock knock “KNOCK, KNOCK” “KNOCK KNOCK!!!!” “Who`s there?, “I ask , inhaling sharply. I could hear the moaning of the floorboard like someone is rocking back and forth on his heels on the other side of the door. And all of a sudden, everything fell quiet, like the eerie calm before a storm. ….

Amidst the layers

Defeated, exhausted Standing in the middle Of the battlefield I gazed up at the sky Back arching  lifting up my body. I strip the armor which adorns every part of me And as the layers fall  Now you see the naked me The Blemished, scarred, scorned ME. And you hear me whispering, “Dear world, this…

My crush

SCREECHHH!! I heard a chair being dragged, Turned to see you sitting next to me Smiling playfully at me. My heart thumped a little faster. Sucking a breath in, “Don`t give a hint”, I schooled myself as usual. “Hi” , I finally whisper, smiling bright, But not too brightly. You always speak in that ever so charming manner…

Are you listening , little one?

Little kitty. That was a hot sweltering summer day, I was walking back home with my friend when I saw you all huddled up in the dirt mewling.Desperately trying to stand up but despite all  your efforts you landed on all of your four. So small you were. And immensely cute. My friend picked you up…

The making of ‘ME’

My story isn’t sweet or cute I would say, though I wish it were. Well most of my childhood I was trying to live by the policy- One day at a time. Every day was a struggle, every moment spent in forgetting and turning a blind eye to everything that happened around me, to me. Now…

Ofcourse, we enjoy autonomy..

Close your legs, whispered her mother.. Smile demurely and act feminine, dictated the society Bitch , how many times ? How many times would I have to put it into your thick skull that you are not to smile at the bastards in your class, her beau hollered as his fist rained blows on her…

BURN

Burn one word prompt SPLASH!!! And as the liquid kissed her radiant skin, it melted her delicate flesh everywhere it seeped. The acid dint only burn her beauty but scorned her desires, her dreams and her zeal to live on, alive.

SHE

Standing tall, Though she was only 5 ft 2. She looked tough, strong And independent too.. No smile played on her lips, And she walked as if She could bring the world down at her feet. Emotionless she seemed, Seemed and believed To all , by all. Why doesn’t she feel pain? Wondered one, While others catcalled,…

trying to set a trend

Hi!! this is my first ever blog and seriously I had this crazy idea that I should stat a blog and I just went with this hunch .. You might have been wondering why did I want to start a writing a blog or what was the inspiration behind my starting this page.. Well I…

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