Hearts grow empty, when filled with absence.




I was mysteriously bewitched by the moon, for when it lit up the evening sky, my heart surged furiously like the enchanted rising of tides in sea.


Broken pieces


I am told that ‘Time heals everything’, maybe that’s not true for all of us, if at all. Maybe we just grow used to the feeling of being eroded away with every memory of what passed, yet didn’t go away. Sometimes, you bleed afresh picking up the broken rattling pieces, trying to throw them away. The pieces reflect a kaleidoscope of emotions. Does hurt stay longer in the abyss of the soul than love ? Sometimes the calm of the night reveals what daylight hides !