Until we teach boys that teasing are not jokes, they are a foundation to hurt. That they will grow up into abuse, thinking it’s cool when it’s not. That the names they call girls and the way they treat them is not right. That they should recognize their humanity and cry when in pain. That… Continue reading This needs to be done.
Till the pen dries, paper finishes and my arm hurts. I will write about you. And the words would breathe life into you. So that I wouldn’t be thinking of phrases for eulogies. For this pain can’t be shared… I bury my friend. But never the memories in the moments that bound us. Never. I… Continue reading Give me you
Be careful what you wish for You might end up tied in dreams of what seems to be real. Might find your mind filled with thoughts of nights… Of fights within, fights you never win… I tried to erase your smile while I day dreamed of you. And in moments where I found my eyes… Continue reading For you inspire me…
This is the story of the main protagonist whom you met last year. This time she tells you about the events that lead to that fateful night. “I closed one eye whilst my finger was above the right click of the mouse, accepting a stranger. But you were never a stranger. I however knew you… Continue reading Virtual love (2)
Spend time awake Make it through the night Writing, talking, walking, living For the morning will come With tiredness if you close Your eyes….. Sleep is for those who Never wake Those who cannot make Changes in their state. So you have to use up time When darkness blankets the sky. Because somewhere its morning… Continue reading The Insomniac Protest