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What is Winter But a season of nostalgia Don't know what brings back more The coldness Or the coziness Fog of forgotten  rain of rememberence mist of memories: some beautiful some bad Some sweet some sad But all with a touch of unfathomed melancholy Like no one is listening and never will Like time has stopped,clocks still The moment will never pass Chained in...

Added 28 Feb 2015 | Category Poetry | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 768 | 2 Comments

Phantom Scars

Amazing memories, never made Thousand stories, left untold Little wishes that died in heart, Of living together growing old Your portrait that I never sketched Reflection of me that wasn't even true Real stories of phantom scars All for you, all for you ...

Added 02 Feb 2015 | Category Poetry | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 562 | 1 Comment

An Unforgivable Crime

I have been indicted by this wise age, By its each rationalist sage Who has written my fate with my own worthless blood, And with my shattered soul as page "Shackle his voice and blindfold his insight, Chain his thoughts and shut them in a cage" You must be thinking what's my fault so prime I'm guilty of shouting the truth My veracity is my greatest crime! I'm guilty of...

Added 27 Jan 2015 | Category Poetry | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 531 | 3 Comments

Blood And Rose

One is given for the glory of cause, And other a promise to keep the vows One is presented for faith and honour, To prove loyalty to them one owes The other a symbol of peace and affection, Whom we love, an expression to those This is a victory with smile and care, The other with wounds, guns and bows Warmth of both is crucial to life, Death came when either froze ...

Added 23 Jan 2015 | Category Poetry | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 562 | 1 Comment

Both Of Us

I stood by a lonely shore. Lazy splashes of wave found the few rocks, and lapped against the sand. Far away, the sun drowned. I did not move to rescue it, there is no saving the day. Some days are irredeemable. Perhaps I was suffering from melancholy. They say that sunsets are perilous to the depressive. I waited for any emotion to surface, fear, anger, or hatred to speak to this act...

Added 22 Jan 2015 | Category Musings | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 572 | 2 Comments


It's easy to forget Someone else's pain Someone else's struggle That went in vain Someone else's loss Someone else's death Accident far away Stranger's last breath It's easy to overcome It's easy to neglect Someone else's pain It's easy to forget...

Added 14 Jan 2015 | Category Poetry | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 683 | 2 Comments

Tricky Thing - Life

I walked, I ran, I stumbled, I fell I stood up and followed again Tricky red ribbon of life Led me into deserted lanes Moving on wind, it took me To edges, to moors and dead ends On my way through I met With fairies, demons, foes and friends They all helped, but I knew I had to tread my path alone With myself I'd share the joy of chase With myself I'd share fear of unknown ...

Added 13 Jan 2015 | Category Poetry | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 735 | 1 Comment

Prisoner of a Present

"It's not what it looks like," he said, confused at the anguished face of Doria. He had bought her a T-shirt as Christmas present that read "Lovable Friend". Perhaps she has taken it wrong because of the word "love", thought Nick. How could Nick be so unkind, thought Doria. He knows after seeing my Mommy dead in a red dress, I hate red. "You are so mean" she said, throwing the present...

Added 08 Jan 2015 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 943 | 6 Comments

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