One Fine Day as You Woke Up
And You Thought of It as
It was Just Pure Magic,
How Joyous is Everything Today,
What, Till Yesterday, Was Pure Tragic.

You Must Not Overlook
When Proudly You Rise,
No Wish Comes True
Without a Tad of Sacrifice.
It Must be the Fall of a Star
Or an Eyelash that Died.
Or May Be a Love Filled Heart,
Who Went Through Pains
Seeing You, When You Cried.
Continue reading “Sacrifice”


Why does it always have to be that something must be going on in my mind? In my heart? Why?

Why can’t I just be void so that nothing can hurt me and I hurt nothing? Why can’t numbness swathe me from all sides and up and down for no season can swing my moods? Why everything can’t turn grey and I cannot make out the blacks and the whites apart? Why? Why not?

Why can’t my heart be annulled for sensation? Why can’t my mind be the vacuum where thoughts find no place to land, or survive? Continue reading “Empty”



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