..and there are times when I just look at the two of us. Â Blabbering jabbering has always been my thing, and now when I see doom playing all its part in calling me one doomed person, I look back to you, with hopeful eyes which would soon turn hopeless. That one thing you have assured… Continue reading Muddled threads
I kept on writing and then deleting, either to tell you guys the background or not.. yes, no, yes,no.. i guess yes.. i think no. okay no. I aint telling you what happened , but yes, last night, again, it was me and my wet pillow.. I have been lying too these days, little lies,… Continue reading Breakable..
Solitude lets you converse with your soul, just had a lil chit chat with mine.. Down the memory lane.. Walking down the memory lane, feeling the misery, feeling the pain. I stare through the windows of my blurry past, the horizon of joys was never too vast. I rubbed the screen , to have a… Continue reading Down the memory lane..
This wave of depression in the blogosphere has finally effected me. Last night, this is what i scribbled.. This is not like the usual stuff i write, and hence , goes into the trash bin. The plea of a heartbroken.. If all you wish to see, is me, broken and dead. just tell me, I’d… Continue reading The plea of a heartbroken..
C it my way! 