Some weeks ago I learnt that someone I knew committed suicide over a broken relationship. In another instance, a young driver who worked in the neighbourhood tried to take his own life over something someone had said to him. He eventually succumbed to his injuries. His suicide became a success. My shock aside, I kept…
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I shared your warmth On my skin, on my bed. That warm patch was comforting When you lay sleeping With your little hand curled In my big one, Content. The warmth And the smell of you Seeped through my skin, Drenched me In your smiles; Grew roots within. But one day You were just gone.…
Mirror tonight show me not My own reflection. My tired visage seeks A change From melancholia that blights My sunken cheeks And has settled itself In the hollow of my neck. Mirror tonight haunt me not With irises darkened from pain This shroud that hangs loose In folds around my bones Feels like foreign skin…
Originally posted on The Dalriada Highlander:
If I could borrow your time for a moment. As someone who is fascinated by the stars, by the infinite cosmos, all that way from the splendour complexity of galaxies and quasars, to the mischievous cheating of quantum mechanics, you inspired me. To learn. To grow. And to pursue…
Dear Readers, Today I bring to you a strange love story from a very dear friend and old blogging acquaintance of mine, Dahlia who blogs at My Silver Streaks. Please click on the links provided below to read the full story and show this story your love. Enjoy! She waited in the dark still, silent…
Miserable people are grouchy. If you are a grouch, find something that makes you happy. If you aren’t, find something that makes the grouch happy. And if nothing makes the grouch happy, Run miles away before they turn you into a grouch. Copyright ©2017 Pradita Kapahi. All rights reserved. Image Source: Pinterest
Originally posted on Crazy Talks….:
I hate it when someone else has power to ruin my day, to make me sad, to upset me. I hate it when someone’s happiness gives me so much joy that I do stupid silly thing over and over only to be embarrassed later. Ahem. So basically, I just hate…
Love isn’t a band-aid; You can’t slap it over every wound And hope it will heal. Time isn’t a panacea; Some wounds go in too deep, They never stop hurting. ‘Give it time’ and ‘love conquers all’, They’re only glossy varnish, When tears and entreaties fail. Let me have my vengeance. Sometimes it’s the only salve…
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