Healing.. a process

I know these sudden urges, where we lose control.. At times we give into them and fail to fight back. On other occasions, we beat it proud and good And in both cases it’s okay..  Don’t kill yourself over the choices you had already made. Not always we are right, not every time we are…

Dreamland.

You’ve been walking For so long On the fine line Between dreams And reality. Take my hand And lets tumble Headfirst Into the land Where we can wear Magic on the tip Of our tongue, Taste the stars On our lips, And laugh at Reality For ever thinking It could Trap us. -Rupali Jeganathan \…

About you..

It was never about the moment. It was always about the ones after that. The feeling when we’d end our day and go our separate ways. The way i missed you with every step, when barely you even turned around. The way your touch still lingered on me., the way i smelled of your cologne….

Heartbeat

If  i could be anything other than me, I’d be your heartbeat..   By Anjum Choudhary Read more texts by this author

The walls around me.

I built walls so high, No one could climb it. Waiting for someone, Who cared enough to try. A few tried, But gave up after a while. Guess they were too tired, To climb so high. And then you came along, With a smile and a song. Singing about how, You wanted to break my…

Have you ever wondered how to be happy? Guide.

A  simple guide and (trivial and superficial) paragraph on how to do the (im)possible. Don’t cry. Cherish every single thing (dollar). Do not let others treat you with disrespect and if they do, act the same way. Love yourself even when you do not have the perfect body image. By the way, look at the…

Its not as dark as you think…

Not everything is rosy in life, not always ‘it’s okay’ works .. Not everytime ‘let’s move on’ have the same impact .. It’s not that easy .. Everyone is different and everything takes time .. No emotion will leave until it completes its phase, it’s time within us .. We can’t move on to next…

Me. Love. 

Art is creation, is the self-expression of the misunderstood. Art is suffering, some days it transforms into spring flowers and winter laughs, but some days it remains suffering. Mirrors are a trembling reminder of war. Personal and sentimental. Loneliness. Sometimes they are your only friend. Water fills our soul, sleep reduces the pain in it….