I don’t feel my life invested rather it’s an in-wasted life. That’s my mind that wants to go blank once I head down on her shoulders. That’s my soul that feels peace in her arms. She is the one I can hug all day long with the crave of not […]
Palmword writes about Emotions Untouched
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Yes, people change! And, not because they unveil their real face. There could be other reasons too. This all happens in first 5 years of relationships, beyond that you generally won’t see any changes, hopefully, if your relation lasts till that time. The patience isn’t a cup of tea. More […]
People Found Me Lost People found me lost, asked me, where I’ve been so far? I said, caged in my room, I was busy in curing scars. all the times, glue to my bed, I hide face in my pillow, I’m sipping all my tears; shit, they’re so easy to […]
ना शोर था कोई उलझनों का, बस खामोशियाँ हवा में, शोर करती जा रही थी | सर की मेरी कुछ नसें, तब दिल के मेरे तारों से, कुछ बातें करने आ रही थी | *** सोच से मैं मुग्ध, और जुबान से मैं अधपक्का, मैं फिर भी बक-बका के था […]
Thoughts that ruin my mind when I think of it. Depression, I believe, it’s tough to get rid of it. True idol of stubbornness. Why I’m so depressed? my emotions got undressed. And, the things with I’m obsessed, Stopping me from taking rest. *** Now, who’s responsible for this ache? […]
Life is like an empty space given to us to design. Throughout the life, we keep forming it. People, knowledge, rumors and fears, they all fill up the space and give a layout to the picture of life. The quality of add-ons speaks the quality of layout. How beautiful or […]
Daughters(बेटियां) I feel, are more affectionate and attached to their family. So, they deserve to be equally loved as their parents do their son. बीस साल तक काम सिखाया, फिर ब्याह दी, भर के पेटियां, 3-4 बक्सों का बोझ, भर-जीवन उठाती बेटियां || _*_ बेटे ने गर की है पसंद, […]
A special poem for your mother – Happy Mother’s Day मेरे पक्ष में बस तू ही है, बेपक्ष ज़माना है, ओह माँ, तूने मुझसे ज्यादा, मुझको जाना है || _*_ जन्नत-ऐ-अंश, जो तेरे चरणों की ये धूल है, तुझे रुलाना और सताना, मेरा पाप है, मेरी भूल है || _*_ […]
“I touched the wall, smelled the fragrance of the paint”. I’m very close. A long journey it’s been, indeed! Own house, yeah! Each of the brick has been through the heat of the struggle. A natural affinity is there with all its corners. It all started at the very beginning […]
It’s 10, why she is not yet home? I asked! Her phone is off, dad replied! I guessed that she must be with Nisha. ‘No’, she had left the office a bit earlier today around 5 P.M., dad answered! The room heated-up with tension. Fear was hovering all over. I […]
