New Endings

My crime was that I loved you and believed that you loved me too. It's been a while since I stopped reminiscing about you. I got over the obsession that was you. I've changed now. And I believe, so have you. But sometimes I still wonder.. Do you still hold her like a glass princess? Do you still look at her like she is the moon? Do you still breathe in her scent like oxygen? Do you still whisper promises of eternity into her ear? But most of all... I wonder, do you still love her the way I loved you? It's strange. Our relationship, I mean. What exactly are we? I am that extreme measure taken by him to get back that, which he loves more than life, that, which was once his. I am a rebound. I was surprised that this has a name. Then I realized this happens every now and then. He is always willing to take that extreme measure to make sure she doesn't leave. Do we not deserve a Him like that? Is this the s...

Racing thoughts, slow speech Beating heart, quiet screech, Nails digging into her skin Hands tearing apart her scalp Tears staining her cheeks Blood staining her wrists What more was there to feel? She wrote millions of letters None of them making sense She walked thousands of miles Without feeling any pain Was it because she was drained? With thoughts that were too lame. There was pain, it's true. With wounds and bruises too. But the scars were all that mattered And the wounds were left scattered A soul was left alone When all she wanted was a home She is in chaos, it's true. But the one keeping her there, is YOU.

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...

Do you ever have those moments where you feel like you don't belong anywhere? Like you are just existing because you don't see any other option... Like you are just living because you aren't dead... Like all your organs have failed to fill your body and it's still somewhat empty... ? It's a feeling. Neither good nor bad. It's a kind of numbness. A really loud numbness. Silence that screams in your ears. Darkness that consumes your heart. The worst part is that you can feel this happening in slow motion. Picture yourself sitting in a bathtub. The bathroom is dark except for the candle burning in the stand beside you. You are holding a glass of poisonous blood red wine. And you are drinking it. Sip by sip. Savouring its bitter sweet taste until there's no more left and the candle is out. And then you slowly feel your death approaching. Coming to visit you like a guest. And you're not protesting a single bit. Instead you open the door for this guest ...