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She Still Waits

This is the story of a child who was a “Happy Girl” in school. She was reckoned to be one of the most ravishing of all women. All the guys in the class pulverized over her. She used to get ready go to high school everyday even considering the fact

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A (Love) Story?

It was fifth consequent year after us not being together anymore. But as a religious habit on every Saturday, I used to visit the Church. No, not because my mother told me so. But the only reason was “her”. She used to be there at the same time. Watching her

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Thank You!

Hey you all. I was quite busy these days hence no post from me. Sorry for that. But, here is a beautiful composition for you all. And as always, don’t relate it with me. I write because I love to not because all of this has happened to me.

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Enough!

I’m not in a mood to write anything but this is the only place where I can write (read scream) anything I want. I don’t wanna tell this to world as I don’t want them gloating over my issues. This is not meant for regular readers as

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I Noticed

You forgot to mention your twinkling eyes and the way you felt, when you saw him, but I noticed. The sudden appearances of those smiles, the change of tone and the way you started acting all weird whenever he was around, you couldn’t explain, but I noticed. ⠀ His narration

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Why?

Why you gotta be so rude? Don’t you know I’m human too! What you read above is pretty much what I wanna say to this cruel world. Today was a day well spent until evening. Thanks to them duo for such a wonderful day. If I sent you

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It's Been Late

It’s been late, but I have been thinking about you. It’s been late, but You were always sweeter than anyone else. It’s been late, but Your touch is a solitaire for me. It’s been late, but now Love makes sense to me. It’s been late,

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Message (1)

To the generation that has forgotten how to love. Note: Harsh words ahead. You have been warned. Please read it only if you have free time else, close it and come back when you have free time. Dear Generation X, With emotions wrapped in emoticons, happiness hidden in herbs, hearts

Being A Girl

Being a girl, she gets nothing but pain, And she gets judged, again and again.   Being a girl, all she gets is tears, And with them, accompanied by fears.   Being a girl, she at times is disrespected, This world isn’t anymore safe and protected.   They say, “You’re equal

Perfect Morning

Hello there! I won’t take much time in briefing what this post is about. Title should do that. This is purely my imagination, I was not feeling very poetic hence, I came up with this:- It’s my imagination of what a good, good morning text should be.

Creeping Darkness

Day after Days, Night after Nights, The world moves as I stay still, Staring at my plain dark bedroom wall. Mother knocks on my door, but I feel too numb to answer, Motionless, as if groped by Cancer. I lie on my bed, Screaming in my head. Pain haunting me

Where Have I Come

Where do the broken hearts go? That’s what I’m wondering right now. Hello there! If you came here all by yourself then I’m sure you know me well and sure as hell it makes me happy to see that someone is there who really cares about me.

Relationships These Days

Hello people! It’s been a while since I wrote down something about my favorite topic, Love. So, here I am, back again with another post on relationships these days. If you have read my previous blogs you would have understood how de-meaned the word Love is nowadays. Let’s

Will You Be Mine?

The day I saw you, the day I met you, I had never known, If you would be someone Else’s, I would be left all alone.   The day I made you happy, the day I made you angry, I had never thought, If you would had gone of my

Love me again

Love me again, Will you.?   From the day you left, Until now. I frown. I sob. I weep. I fall. Pick me again, Will you.?   From the day you touched, Until now. I am numb. I am void. I am rough. I am hard. Touch me again, Will you.?   From

Don't deserve you

You’re the first face that I see And the last thing I think about You’re the reason that I’m alive You’re what I can’t live without You never give up When I’m falling apart Your arms are always open wide And you’re quick

Who Is Raj?

Hey brother, as you turn 19 today and you quite like whatever I write. So, I thought instead of materialistic gifts and stuffs, why not give you something that would bring such a smile onto your face that would last a while.   Let’s get straight to what it is.

Who Are You?

My heart, you steal. My wounds, you heal. My touch, you feel. My sorrows, you kill. Oh darling, let’s make a deal.   Deal?   My better half, would be you. My dreams, would come true. My pain, would be few. My grass, I am your dew. Let’s start a

An Untold Story

PROLOGUE Date: 07-Sep-1998 Location: Somewhere in New Delhi. It was a warm Monday morning. Happiness could be seen on the faces of Mr. Mehra’s family. After all they were going to get a new addition to their family of two. Mr. Mehra could be seen pacing up and down

Who is Nick?

Hello again! After so much of writing stuffs about love & life. Today I came up with the idea of writing about myself. Whatever I am about to write is not my composition. Someone very dear to me sent it to me. Whatever it contained was so very much like

O lover! Where are you.

Darling. Let’s go to Paris. Let’s give this story a poem. You be Jill. I’ll be Jack. And we’ll buy a dusty apartment, On the rusty watery avenues of Paris We’ll open a store, of poems. I’ll write songs. I shall be the poet

To be or not to be?

Baby don’t hurt me, don’t hurt me, no more! This is what happens in many relationships. Doesn’t it? Today we will be talking about a guy named Chris. So, let me describe him first. He’s an average looking guy with a keen taste in music. He

My Take On Love

All this time long these thoughts had been lingering inside my head until today. I got some spare time hence this post. I am not gonna use any hard to comprehend words, instead I’ll write about what “Love” is and what’s my take on it in the simplest

It was all in her eyes

Yo peeps, From a long time ago I was thinking to pour my heart out over an incident that shook me from the within. All of these words relate to me in one way or another. Moving on. Here’s what I came up with :-   There was nothing very