3.2.1. Quote Me!

I was nominated by Huguette for this 3.2.1. Quote Me tag and the topic is Attitude. Thank you so much Huguette for this nomination. I’m very humbled to know that you considered me worth! Rules: Thank the Selector. Post 2 quotes for the dedicated Topic of the Day. Select 3 bloggers to take part in […]

Menace

I’m creeping in your heart I’ll steal you and indulge into you I was born your antimony Yet a part of your existence Put away your fearful worries Enjoy the pain you’re enduring I’m engraved in your heart I’ll live forever, even when I die

What This 2.5 Months Of Blogging Has Taught Me

I started blogging around 2.5 months ago with an absolutely blank mind. At first, I did not have any intention to start a blog. It was not very late when I realized that blogging was a medium where I can sort of preserve my thoughts so that I can look back upon these rantings later […]

A Special One

The story behind the following poem : I have written this poem for a dear friend of mine whom I met last October in a camp. We did not talk during the whole seven day camp, but became intimate friends after the camp by means of messages and mail. But somehow we lost contact in […]

Can I Kick It?

Your hollowness might take me away Grab my neck and drag it today I’ll jump over the wall that is ‘you’ I’m going to cause a scene so like you do Shatter and destroy the world called ‘you’ Can I kick it? Because understanding me is beyond your wit

Fire

Love is like playing with fire When I see you, my heart gets hot Because rather than fear My attraction to you is deeper I can’t stop this trembling Look at me, look at me now You are burning me up like this I can’t turn it off I’ve already come too far None of […]

I Hope Not

For you, I’m okay with being hurt Since I only gave you pain During the time we were together But you, the love you want You need someone better and be happy But I hope not to the point where you forget me.

Six Words Story #37

. . . . . You’re my ‘once upon a time.’ . . . . .

Scars.

Rusted fragments of fingernails Fall from my lips The bitterness remains on my tongue Wrenches open the wound Now pour those celluloid dreams into me A tattoo of a four-letter word on my healing scar In the slipping rhythm A melody dances raggedly It plays on, not noticing The buttons are unbuttoned wrong Dance covered […]

Six Words Story #36

. . . . . “I’m your option, you’re my choice.” . . . . .