Flightless, I was rendered. When you clipped my wings. Never could you clip my dreams though. For I am fearless, In my fight to be free. From huntsmen like you, Who only know the thrill of a kill, And not the pleasure of mercy.
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Be(longing)
...Every inch of your suffering is made of light And I am your light-seeker Embrace my yearning heart with your becoming...
Rejection – a form of injection
...The biggest pain a human faces is rejection. That’s what most people around me believe. However, I believe that it is all about perception. It is up to us if we treat it as a small issue or large infection. It can either become the cause of our lowness or a future perfection...
I ended our story by parting ways with you, but God seems to have other plans that keep me chancing upon you.
Was it all a mistake?
I’ve waited for you, for so long. I’m tired now. But I hope one day you remember me. All those, efforts texts, and calls.
Saving Grace
The pages flip through to where the old polaroid of you sleeps silently, right between the pages where the author declares his longing for his beloved. Hidden from the prying hands of curious visitors and children of mischief. We are safe.
The Call
...But no. June 17 or June 18, the date still eludes me, but it was that very day that I got the golden call, telling me that I got into their second round of the singing competition. I thought that the fateful call was to change my life, and my whole life would be transformed, from the depths of obscurity to the heights of stardom...
LOVE
...You lose your soul without thinking twice. You make promises ignoring the facts. It dies, when all you get are sour words and a sore throat...
Resting Souls
It’s funny how I’d always thought I would surpass all the clichés of feeling and being with someone. But as our candle flickers with the struggles of our time, I still feel the flame burn bright like the stars on the night we first met. The light never dims. Only intensifies. Shanawaz
