Deathbed Confessions of Unrequited Love

A thousand wounds I bore, All different; similar gore. The pus and blood that oozed, Was the same of every noose. Each cut on my frail body, had a separate source. Yet, it had always been yours, the pain for which I stay woke. The noise from my cracking bones was your voice calling me…

Advertisements

“A Life of Pretense” 

I laugh a lot. People take me for a jolly person. it is rather sad that 90% of my giggles are to please my fellows only. I do not restrict my insincere show of emotions to laughing. I have cried for others too. Some of my tears were genuine, others? not so much! If I ever…

Good Night! Sleep Tight!

The advancing night was scary, I dreaded sleep, not the nightmares really Opening eyes to another hopeless day Was the thought that terrified me! Image Source: Sadequain's Original Work at Frere Hall, Karachi      

The Vegetable

“Hahahahahhahahhahahhahahhaahhaha” His laughter echoed as the sharp ends of his wits ricocheted back from the hollow walls of the building. Wits were all he had at that moment for his form was reduced to an awkwardly arranged construction of weak bones, confined by means of ropes. However, he didn’t know that, for he couldn’t feel…

Patient # 102

Image Source I was walking. It was a huge crowd — lots and lots of people. Most of them were adults — people in their 30’s and 40’s, you know. There were a few children as well — hopping along the crowd. They were too few, though, but it did not matter. Children only matter if they are going to grow…