Simply Us

Simply Us

She needs him more than he can believe.She loves him more than he can conceive. In her mind, he is hers,But in reality, she is his. When words run dry,They still try. Though so far apart—He just is,I just am,And we just are.

Rhythms of a Teenage

Rhythms of a Teenage

I am life, caught in a whirlpool,Growing up feels like a distant dream, yet here I am,Reckless and responsible in the same breath,Riding the highs of hormones and the lows of emotions,Just a teenager, drifting with the current. I long to discover who I am, though my feet hardly touch the ground,Curious about the wisdom…

The Realisation

The Realisation

“You talk to your parents every day?” John asked Sherry, clearly amazed. “Yes, sir. How else am I going to stay connected with them? How will they know what’s happening in my life?” This perspective was entirely new to John. The idea of sharing daily updates, talking about how his day had been, and expressing…

Maze of a Life

Maze of a Life

“Why me? I did not deserve such a death. Once again, I have been abandoned, just as I was at birth. There is no difference between my birth and death. I will always be the one to suffer the consequences of others’ actions and still go down in history as the bad guy.“ Karna could…

Whispers in the Shelf

Whispers in the Shelf

“I think it’s time we explore the market a little, see if we fit better with other cookies or biscuits—or maybe even a cracker, haha,” Jim Jam tried to lighten the mood. Butter Cookies sighed, “Of course, the market is wide open. The world is like an ocean; just cast your hook and fish through.”…

Is Love Blind ?

Is Love Blind ?

When the hearts swell the soul To roll the feelings for another soul That stands upright radiating amongst the thousands It erects its place tighter. Many cross by but that corner has a single bench. The subconscious mind has the revelation of this truth, But it waits for the time to reveal that. For the…

WHAT IS A HOME ?

WHAT IS A HOME ?

“I lived there for more than a decade but couldn’t call it my home”, said the terrible soul of a young girl sitting alone on a weathered bench. Loneliness seemed to shadow the bench, dawn painted the sky in soft hues, and silence held the street in its quiet embrace. Yet, for this girl, that…