The Choice

I am as afraid as you are. But if I don't take this chance, if I just choose to let it go easily, I might spend a part of my life wondering what could have been. I am yours to begin with, and I wish so much that you would go past everything you fear, everything we both fear, to take a chance on me, to take a chance with me, to take a chance on us.


I might prove your doubts wrong.

Silence Has A Voice

I live in constant fear knowing that one day, there might be a hole where you once stood.

Haphazard and Free

You can go hide in your closet, play with your toys and keep yourself from being bruised.

I'm going out, running with daggers and facing the world. Maybe one day, when I get back scarred and proud, you'll be wondering what my battle cry was.

The Broken Lighthouse

I stand in the doorway shooting light out in the darkness. This
window is stained with sorely missed colors. Up coffee-stained stairs
I trod to soft carpeted bedroom floors.


On pale flowered sheets seeped salt-tempered raindrops.

A Plea For Rain

I've utterly decided that this was supposed to be a literary blog, but I couldn't help screaming that


THIS INDIAN SUMMER IS KILLING ME!!!

Until These Words Take Us Away

I have come to believe that I didn't give myself a 30-day ultimatum just to challenge myself.
It was also a deadline to write everything and get over it.

The Sand Tells Our Tale

The reason why I love when you agree to take me to the ocean was that it was those rare moments when we could speak to each other like normal people. Like innocent children, unable to lie.


And when we leave, the waves take our echoes with it. Eating away all traces.

The Consequences of Being Different

I do not know what hurts more: I, wanting so much to be a part of your life, or you trying hard to hold back from me.

The Lack Of Colour

When he left, he took out the sun, the rainbow, and the stars.
After the rain, I decided, I will make my own.



And maybe leave it there for one person.

Flipped

Two of the most ironic things: I sleep with caffeine and get insomnia from milk.

Pandora's Second Coming

In my fantasy, my dreamiest vengeance would be to see you bleeding for me and screaming out you're sorry, you were wrong, you should have known better, and you want me back in your life. And I'll just smirk at you, look at you disgustedly and say, "That's your karma, you definitely deserve it." and walk away, smiling to myself, satisfied that I'm finally vindicated. I'd be insane to want a disgusting thing like you back.


-my deeper, darker self.

A Break From Monotony

I'm the kind of human you'd normally see stomping on roaches on the sidewalk, on a nighttime walk by the town, claiming "I friggin' freak at the sight of 'em, but that's one less cockroach in the woooorld!" with conviction.


The oddball you call your friend.

Words' Jagged Edges

That day, when I saw Elijah cry, I found out that short phrases could sometimes do a lot more damage than paragraphs.

The Varied Reasons Why People Believe

I have always missed the 11:11 time at night. I've seen 10:10, 12:34, 1:11, how cruel could life be? That's why I never waited for it in the first place. I've never believed in it anyway.


But I find myself wishing intently when the rare chance of noticing it was 11:11 comes.

The Fragile Human Repair Shop

I tried picking up the pieces scattered throughout the path.
Shards, broken in human cut-outs. Cut, I tried putting them
back together. Wondering, could you weave them back in place?

As The Eclipse Ends

But she was the moon. And he chose the sun.

The Reason We Speak Innuendos

The reason they say such vulgar things was not to be beeped on TV. Rather, to impose impact. Being rude was supposed to be different. Popular culture made sure we got confused these days.

The Sparkly Word Machine

You speak such lavish words that I do not know anymore what is beautiful to one's senses.

Memoirs the Wind Brings

The languid scent of jasmine loomed overhead. Starry skies. Warm summer winds. It spoke of home. Memories drenched in summer showers.

The Mask People Hide In

I could see the brighter side of life, that's why I don't seem like much of a worrier. I act all carefree, knowing you are watching. Trust me, I am concerned more than I show you, more than you could ever read me.


It was a facade I kept on when you're looking. I felt safe knowing I wasn't a dead giveaway. Knowing you couldn't see how afraid I was.

Stripped of the Shinies

There was something about the night-scape,lights,and the droplets of rain that was deeply alluring. It spoke of silence, beauty, and the silent sadness of the city dwellers.


There were lights. But they felt empty.

The Stars Draw Us Near

I've exhausted every means of wishing on stars. But when I see one twinkle or shoot across the sky... I could not help but close my eyes. And believe all over again.