Happiness.

In this garden I walk; where the birds sing, fragrant flowers blossom and gargantuan trees dance in perfect synchrony. And butterflies added to the symphony. The birds were crows and I hate crows that sing; Floral fragrances are suffocating. I then realise, to feel butterflies in my stomach, I don’t have to swallow them.

Distance.

He sipped tea from the disposable paper cup, under a tree, enjoying the drizzle and petrichor. She stirred the mocha, her eyes, aimless. He put on weight; the tee shirt has gotten a little tight and life, hopeless as ever. She burst out laughing as her friends approached her, teasing her about the boy who…

And I’m grinning.

All my life, I’ve had a dream; Consistent and persistent, worth every scream. It was to play a guitar, however possible it may seem, I neither could buy nor have I had the means; To Play a tune for you, I promised and I tried, Trust me; Know that it hurts to see you leave.…

Getting over someone. (Collab)

So my sister from WordPress Nabeela has some ideas for getting over a heartbreak. Yeah, that wretched thing that keeps fucking breaking itself over and over again over people and trivial shit. Here’s her part: When a person think about to finish the relationship with another person, It is Breakup.... If they both are married,…

One more night.

If only I knew, This would be our last Night together; If only you knew What you said Wouldn't last forever; If only the sun would stay down If only we could have each other right under these covers Wouldn't that be enough, Aren't you the best, ever Wouldn't that be love Forever and ever?…

I swim through your tears Hide behind your smiles I live in your fears Walk with you for miles Keep your pillows dry 'cuz they'll be wet tonight Hold your breath, babe This ain't over without a fight Like the blood gushing through Your heart My absence will be felt Flooding in your thoughts You…

Souvenirs

Twenty old photographs Letters filled with paragraphs Clothes that look like rags Bracelets without tags All those collectible cards Figurines with broken arms My interest in arts A perfume that smells like farts Everything, neatly packed In this bright designer box Near the wooden blocks, Between the broken clocks Lie there, no better than rocks…