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…

If Music Were A Person.

I try to Recreate With words The poetry You write So gracefully With every shake Of your head And every tap Of your feet. Even your breath Sounds musical Every time I Feel it On my skin. And, I pray That for As long as I live You never stop Playing music Like I am…

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He walked down the hall hoping it was wrong. It was all a lie. Curtains being torn in holes, but the plates were fresh, the smell of the supper still trapped in the house as he walked up the stairs. Still afraid, he opens the first door. He stood their like a statue and his…

Lone Wolf.

  Underneath the starry sky A lone wolf Howls at the full moon Its cries, hauntingly familiar And, oh-so-heartbreaking. * From behind a tree Another wolf watches The lone wolf howling With melancholic eyes For, it knows the pain Of yearning for a love It can never touch. -Rupali Jeganathan Image Credits: CCO. P.S. Inspired…

Demons.

2am again Night has fallen Covering everything in dark My heart is covered in dread Should be anytime now This is the time When my demons come to visit They crawl out of the corners Where they hide all day long Waiting for night to fall They crawl unbidden Into my mind And whisper ugly…

A love song

[Image from http://www.billboard.com%5D I want to write a love song that talks about you and me but words aren’t enough anymore to mourn for a love that is dying. Maybe they can’t find their place among so many dead bodies or perhaps when everything ends there’s nothing left. Maybe, perhaps… That’s enough so many useless…

I don’t believe is there

Everything must come to an end, and I miss him I probably always will, but things are better now. Platón used to believe that tyranny was a way of falling for your pleasures, and that it only manifested when drunk, in love or insane, when all you can do is want more. And I strongly…

I know ..

find the light
in all that darkness
in all that pain 

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