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The Tantrums of Silence

Silence isn't empty, it's full of answers. | Ayushi kaushal.

Devil’s Eye.

β€œDoes it make sense to you?” β€œYes, very much.” β€œBut I’m not convinced yet.” β€œWhy not? Am I any different from you? I had born with you, lived with you since years, and have continuously evolved with you. You are... Continue Reading →

A Letter to my Lover’s Sweetheart.

I did it wrong. All wrong. And I know it. You might be thinking how could I be so selfish and heartless? You are right to have that thought. I loved him, might be a lot more than you do,... Continue Reading →

Says hope…

I fall and I fail. That’s how my destiny is or that’s what you call your fate. I don’t know how to play my role efficiently. I don’t know how to dissatisfy your evilness. With each passing dawn, you want... Continue Reading →

Sane Love is not Love.

I felt you again in my sleep last night. Like always, my dreams of you are peripheral. I could see you, smiling, so close, and living in the deepestΒ DesireΒ of winning me back. I could feel your vivacious gaze at me,... Continue Reading →

I’ll meet you there.

Β  Β  Β ~❀ I'll meet you there.❀~ Beyond the right & wrong parameters of this world, there is a field, where not trees but love sprouts. A place such, we've got our makeshiftΒ Hideout, where the boundaries of right doingΒ & wrongdoing... Continue Reading →

To the Moon, and never back.

A romantic Poem from a hopeless lover, craving and finding love under the moonlight, upon the falling stars. Have a look!

"What could have gone wrong, with you being by my side? we would have been in love, till eternity. Nevertheless the Sunshine, we could have enjoyed the dusk, you being by my side, I would have conquered the world. After... Continue Reading →

~ ❀ Lost Love ❀ ~ I had almost forgotten how it used to feel in your arms. Yes, almost. Your leftovers no more made me cry. The places we went have new memories now. The talks, those insane lovey... Continue Reading →

FREEDOM IS A MYTH.

Freedom is rare in a Society where Love has to be hidden behind the walls, but Violence is practiced in broad daylight.

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