Fog. Its beautiful, little swirls of mist try to envelope you. I can hear the whoosh of someone running. I turn around but the fog is so dense I can't see anything. Suddenly, a pair of eyes, burning like coals, look at me and I hear a hiss. A voice at the back of my mind tells me to run but I stand rooted. He will get to me no matter how much I run.I run. His hiss grows louder. I turn around and look into his smoldering eyes. He jumps over me and disappears somewhere in the fog.I stand al... Read Full Story

Nothing could break us, we were so strong. We fought, we made up, we didn't speak for months but we belonged together.We still do...  Read Full Story

I can't sit through the whole day, forcing myself to smile. I thought if I feign it long enough, I might be able to believe in a world of lies and keep it that way. But you know that doesn't happen.What you send me everyday doesn't remind me of anything. Its a hollow past that I can't erase. But you know what the truth is A.  Read Full Story

I don't know what made us last. Maybe you don't call it love, maybe I don't call it love either - maybe it is something more than that. You can't just read something and forget all the times we spent together. Do you remember our first kiss? You remember when I wore your shirt and we danced to Bryan Adams? It was in 2003. Or, do you remember the time we shared that ice cream with a broken spoon? Do you remember when I cried in your arms when you looked in my eyes and told me y... Read Full Story

I want to run away, not because I did wrong but I have lost. Fiction matters more than my words and there's no way I can convince you. Sometimes, I feel its a sin I started writing.I want to die - I have been wronged, by you. Read Full Story

You talk about walking on the road less taken, the path less travelled and living the life less lived. There are choices to make, there's a divide between happiness and misery.The misery I have lived for as long as I have known you but the happiness is like the forbidden fruit. It is a dream that I want to touch. Open the letter when you wake up...when I will be gone, wandering in the unknown shadows, drowning in the pond...trying to take birth again, free from your bonds. Read Full Story

Keep walking, you need to keep walking. The dirt track leads to a forgotten shack, where no one has been in centuries. I didn't want to go here but now I can't stop - its like when your brain stops working and you're ambling mindlessly.The door is unhooked from one of the hinges and makes a horror movie-esque creaking noise when I open it. The walls are covered with the dust of the centuries and spider webs seem to adorn the place. There are broken pieces of china, old photographs... Read Full Story

When I started blogging, I wanted this blog to have all my poems and stories but the meaning was lost somewhere and it became a place to rant too. That was not the purpose or the intention so I am going to compartmentalize - like compartmentalizing work life from personal life but I am just too bad at that - my bitchiness at Sisterhood of Bitches.Add it your blogroll, bookmark it or just remember the link! Happy reading. Read Full Story

There’s a window in my room which overlooks a park. This is where I have my evening cup of coffee, looking at people walking, children playing, the noise disturbing my thoughts. I am with another man now, you know him. He called you so many times, desperate to speak to me and you, desperate, to hand me over to him. Maybe you considered it your responsibility to make me fall in love with someone because you could never love me. What did you feel for me, S? You were 10 years older than me, with... Read Full Story

I have always liked sitting before the fairy light mirror. It makes me a feel like an actress sans her makeup – exposed to the world, full of imperfections, no longer a pretty face to be loved. I combed through my chemically treated hair, and yanked off a grey strand. Myths can rot in hell, I believe in what I see and if I don’t like it, it doesn’t deserve to be a part of my life, does it?There’s a song wafting in the background – American Dream. I have always liked that song, there’s somethi... Read Full Story