Bits of paper

Yes, I did write pages, Adorned with words Flowing from the heart. Random scribblings To poetic phrases, All penned down, In a hope That you would read it someday. Pages with innumerable memories, And uncountable stories, Drenched in emotions, Dripping fantasies. Pages soaked In tears, and caressed with those trembling hands, Absorbing their warmth And …

Confession

It's raining outside, Heavily. And I'm sitting by the window, Gazing outside, Into a void, Of nothingness. I try, a lot, To avoid, Those thoughts that have been buried... There was a time, When the rain gave me ecstacy, Leading me into a world of wild fantasies. But now, it's nothing such, It's just an …