Former Genius. Currently Confused. I write words that make no sense but I will pretend this is poetry. Everything I write is fictitious.
Closer
That feeling when somebody puts your inexplicable feelings into words and you just say, "Exactly! That’s how I felt" in your heart; realizing that you are not alone. Thank you Tanvi for putting those feelings into words. Don’t know if anyone will read this but here it goes. A post on losing people.
The nights are cold.No one to hold.Searching for your soul. I came back alone.
I’m drowning with fear. It’s dark and empty everywhere.There’s nobody in here.It’s driving me crazy, I can’t think clear.
A 26 Year old.Chasing his dreams (Not Really)Words are his refuge!Solace, ecstasy & what not!
He Loves writing, doing stand-ups & eating ice creams (First love, yes no girl can take the first spot)
I’m struggling to find words about this evil act; writing about how I feel is a first step, as not everyone knows about this tragedy. The cruellest form of evil is harming an innocent child. I’m shaken to my core.
It’s funny how you spend most part of your lives in a cubicle. We all dread Monday mornings. You spend your days clearing emails/notifications and life clearing EMIs.
A life packed in a cubicle. A life where you miss out on everything and everyone in life, except of…