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Category Archives: Loss
Her eyes were too bright and I knew that if I had really looked, I would have seen them glistening with brutally reined in emotions. I resisted turning around. I knew if I had paused I wouldn’t have been able … Continue reading
Losing you wasn’t an option, it was predestined. Like the gleaming sand that slowly seeps through the clenched fingers in a tight fist gone numb, I knew that I would never be ready for it, not now, not today, not … Continue reading
The glorious view had ceased to be soothing The fragrances reeked of despair and doom There was nothing in the abundance Nothing to behold… All was lost, While I stood amidst the rejoicing crowd. Happiness turned sour That ached with the pain … Continue reading
The world is what it is today for what you gave its people. Counting losses, like the selfish people we are, the world will be a tired place without your visions to drive it on and forward. But looking back, … Continue reading
This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 17; the seventeenth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following … Continue reading
Life is funny, we say; we are funnier, if you contemplate. We pine for what we thought we had, but never really did. We miss that thing that never was in our life. And do we really have what we … Continue reading
This is the concluding part of the story Princess. I request you to read the beginning before you continue with this one. Happy Reading! Mr. S. wasn’t the reputed manager that he was without being clever and practical. He knew … Continue reading
– Her eyes were bleak but dry, Staring unseeingly ahead Wondering how to cry And mourn, the man who left. – Searching for the meaning Of going on living, Devoid of dreams Waking nights in screams; Delving back and again, … Continue reading
Like a piece of cloth, it got All admiration it was worth, And he thought, Let it me cut it out And wear it around Turn heads, double takes; And people think He’s rich, he’s talent, Wrapped in a coat Of … Continue reading