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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…

Poetry

The solitude of poetry, the solitude of the years. The poetry of solitude, the years of solitude. The weight of the years like a self-denial of threads in crucifixion. The sea without owner. The vacuum of poetry, the vacuum of life. The poetry of vacuum, the life of vacuum. The weight of your dead like…

The letter. 

Dear Dad, I never told you how much I love you. I guess you never did too but I know you love me, you’ll always love me and I want you to know that I love you too. You’ve been there for me to support me in all my ups and down. Whether I tell you…

A Casket of Roses//

  I try to tell my friends That I am the same person On the outside. The same smile, The same tears, The same pale skin that is trying to cover my lifeless soul. But what has changed now Is my urge to look forward to things My excitement when I look at people. I…

Heartbeat

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

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…

Utopia//

I can’t help but miss all the late night conversations we’ve had. They were very less,but enough to catch my undivided attention. That is the one thing I’ll never let go, no matter how far you drift away. You were the best person to call,in the middle of the night.Those conversations would practically last forever…

Seconds of change, 45

The red light starts everything in complete sintony. the car moves 3km The red light again a tree on the side, then the green, two trees an old woman on the street some trees an odd couple walking the yellow light appears hand with hand, heart with heart it lasts 30 seconds an old man…

“Tame me “

  “Your mystery is not your face, then your own eyes to “hold down the feelings to everything which has a power to transform someone into something through these eyes” By Chirayu  Read more texts by this author