Broken things stay.

I love personifying things that matter in our lives. Poetry and love has to be two of the most important things on that list. So yeah, here's my attempt that making Poetry and Love just like you and me. This is how it starts "Poetry was a twenty year old, 5'7", super shy but very"....

A pack of color pencils.

A pack of color pencils. "Humans are fragile creatures made up of broken hearts and broken promises." - Unknown The water at the end of the desert. That is what a promise is made of. It's not real. Young Rue thought that Santa would send a present this year too. She had been a good … Continue reading A pack of color pencils.

Whisky Words: Project (14)

This is Submission FOURTEEN of The Whisky Words. The Whisky Words is a writing project (and a giveaway). The winner has been announced. Revenge I seek. Crimson lips fade to pale, Confessions of Love - a sting in the tale, It was meant for me, I know it's so, Another path, you must go, A heart … Continue reading Whisky Words: Project (14)

A necklace of hope.

Ghosts do exist. I've faced a ghost. Everyone has. The first time she was haunted by one was when she fell in love. When he kissed her for the first time, her hands found his hair, but her thoughts could not find a reason to believe that he would stay. She opened her eyes mid-way, … Continue reading A necklace of hope.

Love thyself.

Hey. I believe that there are so many of you out there who deserve to be read, and heard. So, I am starting a project, wherein I will post compositions made by you on my blog throughout March (and to spice it up a bit, giveaway a book to the author of my favorite post). … Continue reading Love thyself.