Eid Mubaarak, my loves :) ..

May this Eid brings all of you health, success
and lots of happiness <3

Like cheap mascara, they run at the first sight of emotion. You ruined that but you ain't gonna ruin my life..

‎- I used to think you took my breath away.

But now i realize that;

 i was just being suffocated by your bullshit :p ..

And I actually thought you loved me .. silly me!

-When you look me in the eyes,

all I see are lies..

I am willing to suffer for love ..

- The questions we truly hate to ask are the ones we
fear we already know the answer to .. 

Decaying.. maybe.

The cursor blinks at the blank screen. There are no words, not anymore to scribble across it. I just wish that I, too, could be a part of it. Void. Empty. Blank, without any labels, any thoughts, anything written across me. It’s one of those moments when your insides grow hollow and whatever falls into it, visions, words, voices – they become meaningless. Dreams without much lucidity. Thoughts that seem too vague even to be considered. And you sit there, motionless, unable even to discern this inactivity. Perhaps it’s just the ‘plasma state’ of our emotions where nothing is stable, nothing concrete – everything is just a haze of…well…everything.

I have wished, at times, for such indifference. But when it does come, it isn’t a very welcome state. Even when you are not exactly aware of this decrepitude that grows upon you, there is this subtle pain that stirs within; a soft tinge of regret, of not living up to your own self. It does persist, this feeling, but you are so given to lethargy that you can’t help consciously trying to look from it.
And so, I lie on the floor, folding papers and unfolding them; tearing them to pieces and blowing them into the air. They feel like snowflakes, landing gently on the palm of my hand. And then they dissolve away.

Fragments ..

-The gypsy lust of the bygone days stirs yet again.

It’s time, perhaps. It’s time.

Ecstasy ..

Like the virgin dew resting delicately upon the petals in the earliest hints of dawn, I’ve kept your words in the archives down my memory lane and every time when a lone ache stirs my heart or the amethyst dusks make me feel lone, I retrieve those words of yours from my memory so that they’d echo through my emptiness and relive in me the dream I’ve so long cherished and protected most.. and still do!! And very night when the tread of times would demur my weary steps and indict me of fickle gypsy wanderings with its implacable coarseness, I’d see you with my eyes closed and hold your hand, asking you to let me the strength of moving across the oblique caverns of despair. And with that delirium of having you by my side, the feeling of my hands wrapped around you, washing the somber aches of poignant loneliness off my eyes and drenching me in the cadence of your breathes, I’d live yet another lifetime in that single moment of ultimate euphoria.

Aren't you tired of yourself? Because I sure am.

- Us, together, just isn't working out...

it's not me - it's you...

Playing fair? It's too hot for that.

-Between two evils, I always pick the one I've never tried
before.