Broken

To break a soul and shed them into pieces. To break another soul and turn it into blood crystal powder… Only to mend up your own. Why do people do that? Why do we do that? Why break another recovering soul in the process of mending your own? Why the false hopes The false smiles…

Inevitable

//Pain is inevitable. It will take various forms But it will exist… still. Earlier it was the deep, empty void Now it is the one who has filled this void Close but far away Creating yet another void in me Waiting for him to fill it yet again//

The demon that stays inside me.

sadly they never considered the possibility of it being the other way round. That because of what I call “anxiety”, I might be having such sleep and food habits.

It was Friday, the 13th.

And this is how two hoomans, with a dank sad heartbreak, ache and stabbed history, not looking for love, found love.

Love, lust, and thrill

My love for my brother, my lust for wandering and my thrill for the mountains made me travel solo all the way to Dehradun at a huge risk.

The Apocalypse

the world which exists inside us – the intangible world causes the burning and ruins of the the world we can see

I lived a dream.

to be Honest, I always wanted to experience Something Just Like This.

Week 6

(might seem like tiny things to be happy about) but hey! we should find happiness in the little thing, right? I am starting to find mine. 🙂