New Endings

A story not told. A wound not healed. A life not lived. Sounds sad right? Well...this is the reality for some of us. No. We are not exactly depressed. It's just a different state of being. A state where you're just existing. Neither sad nor happy. Just existing. It's like food without any spices. It fulfills its purpose but that's just it. Nothing more, nothing less. A personal void. Wondering if this is true? Or worse still, thinking about your own void? For the latter, it's okay to have a void. It's often an escape from reality. Consider it as an advantage to your already beautiful soul. For the former, have you ever noticed that exceptionally cool friend of yours, zoning out? Have you ever noticed the unusual quiet that sometimes swallows your friends circle? Have you ever taken notice of yourself, sitting alone by the window, on a windy day, thinking about nothing in particular? When you become aware of yourself, you learn about your void. Wha...

Do you believe it too? -- Do you believe her smiles are true?     Look beyond them. She's hiding a frown. One she doesn't want the world to see. -- Do you believe her laughter is real?    Look carefully. She's trying not to break. Because she wants to be strong so desperately. -- Do you believe she is cheerful?    Look behind the mask. She's is full of sorrows. But doesn't want others to be so. -- Do you believe she is funny?    Listen carefully to her voice. She's trying to distract herself from the hell that keeps dragging her. -- Do you believe she is childish?    Look at how many tough decisions she has made. She is not proud of what she has experienced. -- Do you believe she is happy?    Look beyond the facade. At the palace that's crumbling down . At the world that's falling apart. At the life that's getting sucked into oblivion. -- Do you believe she loves herself?     You can't imagine...

Once upon a time, there lived a glass princess, in Evergreen town. Her father, the King Just, was a very wise man, who loved his only daughter like anything. Her mother, the Queen Wise, was the most beautiful and the most talented woman that ever graced Evergreen town. The princess grew up to be very beautiful. Every man and woman, living in that town, loved her and her kind nature. But the king grew very worried because soon she would be of marriageable age. He knew there was no one worthy of his daughter's love. He was afraid someone would break her. The Queen Wise assured him that no such thing would happen. But her worries were no less. And then came a day, when the glass princess demanded to see the forest beyond Evergreen town. The King and Queen failed to make her aware that the forest beyond them, is something she should beware. The princess was adamant to visit the forest beyond. And find out the bird that sings all day long. So the King and Queen let her go. On c...

Black themed wallpapers to a blind heart. She had everything in darkness. Not a single soul saw the light that emanated from her. The brutal blinding light that threatened to consume those around her. She took great care to keep it all inside. To keep it all hidden. But nothing stays hidden for long. That is written. And he saw it. Saw how desperate she was to hide her true self but he couldn't understand why. He couldn't understand why she didn't see the beauty of the light. If only he knew.. The numerous lives the light had took.

The silence of the night. The deafening noise of her heartbeat. The monotonous ticking of the clock. And the heaviness of her last breath. Her emptiness consuming her whole. The darkness enveloping her soul. The tears burning her eyes, like coal. The lost fight taking a toll. A ruined sculpture that can't be mold. The pain seeming like gold. The light gone while asking for some more. Did you notice her plea? Her disappearing glee? Her urge to flee? Her want to be free? If only you did.

Words are all she has when her soul fails her. Tears are all she has when her smile leaves her. The night is her hideout. The freezing cold, her anaesthesia. Words are all she thinks about. Even if she gets amnesia. Her thoughts tear her apart. But she stitches them back. This isn't just a poem. But the true melody of a broken heart.

Sometimes... Things are not meant to be different. Sometimes things are supposed to remain just the way they are. But sometimes. Just sometimes. We wish for things to be different. We wish for a little colour in the blank canvas of our lives. It's strange how much effect someone can have on you. And it's not necessary that the person is someone close. Sometimes a stranger leaves a bigger scar than any relationship ever will. Who are these strangers? And who bestowed this power to them. How can they control what ourselves can't? Someone can be with you forever and not inspire you to write shit. But a certain stranger can just walk into your life and suddenly become your muse. Your inspiration. And before you know it, you've written an epistle describing someone you don't even know. I'd really like to know. Who is this man.. who can make me want to do something that I actually don't want to? Who is this man who has the power to make me feel so con...