Random Scribblings...English

• The worst type of strangers are the ones you once knew best. Initial euphoria does fade.
• 10 months of placidity made me realize one thing for sure; Profligacy is definitely not the answer to ennui.
• The simulacrum of a destined serendipity and the phantasm that I always chase.
• Time’s crushed inside me like debris of something magnanimous. Heart’s still bleeding. It’s shivering without cold
• I still think of you; consistently, invariably. Not because i want to, but because I dont know how not to.
• U could have said a lot instead u preferred 2 remain soundless. U could have stayed back even, but u walked away in a haste.
• I acquiesced to quiet my voice for much too long by her that I can’t even isolate my own mumble now.
• When they broke up; her soul had an agonizing silent demise. And It took him forever 2 walk back n out of the room as if he was dragging da weight of his soul that wanted 2 comfort the departed.
• Some exceptionally rare days she’s the best buddy, a stranger otherwise.
• Got up today with a terrible ache. The agony to shed this skin that is still draped in the spiny ruins of the past.
• Reason behind his heavy words was the weight of cavernous longing those words carried along.
• She read all his poems only to misinterpret & his heart left his further letters unsent.
• I wonder how words always fail in expressing the intricacies of emotion; silence does no good either.
• You are an ode for me, an ode, which holds a burning enigmatic silence within.
• A mawkish journey to someplace new.
• Darkness is I see all around, Diving in & Getting Hurt are all I want.
• My triviality should prove you my intensity of desire. But I’m powerless.
• Her silence was emphatic to hold me then, her words are scary to irk me now.
• Nights. Our nights. Best buddies. Days. Our days. Passionate Lovers. Blessed by Love or the lack of it.
• We faced what destroyed us; We started recreating memories all over again.
• You questioned my questioning; you never realized to understand me you had to become me.
• My soul always strived escaping my body till I started inscribing its agony.
• My silence is for you; my words are not for me either. The fierce wilderness.
• Nights stretch. Darkness reigns. Detachment intensifies. Between “me” & “myself”.
• Even the quietest of nights reverberates your name; suggests me to go back to sleep but fails to realize,I’m fractured by things sleep can’t cure. The only way out of this night is the way through.
• Yet another day of clumsy reminiscence. Yet another morning of Spartan remorse. Yet another moment of groundless sanguinity
• I see you in ways, mirror never can.
• Saw her. Strolled past. Danced with myself as I walked by. "Beauty" is "Cruelty".
• The idiosyncrasy that keeps waving back; The punctilio that keeps getting lost. Butterflies in stomach & Gunpowder sprinkled all around.
• This silence that cascades me with chaos.
• Making a house for u from my remains was not easy. All I had were my insufferable agony, ceaseless shady nights, pointless odes & a jungle of silence. Now I see, its not a mere house, I have made a scenic castle for you with the blood of my worsening wounds & cageyness of chaotic lingering memories.
• Beneath the tranquility, a labyrinth of charred & battered outcries.
• Being a slave to the very idea of getting freed... A ruptured heart & my outstretched arms..
• UNTAMED dreams, UNMADE paths, UNSURE skylines & an UNCOMPROMISING soul....