The promise of love that stays when love is gone—it’s a bittersweet refrain of a nostalgic song. Nostalgia is fine, but then, life happens, and it bites you; and you have to wake up and face reality. And within the realms of my reality, everything hurts like hell.
Blindsided Foresight
For what could have been if we did not end, for what should have been of our love today, for what would have been the numbers that are now meaningless.
The Lies of a Traitor
The room was well lit, and the silence within it was deafening. So silent that I could even hear the breathing of the other person sitting next to me. My hands were cuffed together like I was some maniac trying to kill a someone at hair’s breath. His eyes were fixed on me, and I... Continue Reading →