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…

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My Entangled Thoughts

I can’t speak for other people because their minds are not on the list of places I had checked into but my own thoughts, I have visited often. Thus, I know the questions that arrive in this desolate place I call my brain. They used to be simpler and consulting a parent, a friend or…

“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…

The Demise of the Fittest

‘Super’ is what they called me ‘Magical’ was how I was described when all failed, I was the one who survived. I saw my fellows wither, For they could not compete against the changing times. 'Unfavourable conditions,' they cried Then said the world 'Goodbye!' I endured it all, season after season. I grew stronger, With…

Guardian Angel

Forget about happy endings. Happiness shouldn't end. Create a mosaic of moments, Sad, happy, happy, sad. Lend me some of those, The thoughts you push back Every time a fresh one arrives. Your discarded ideas fall through a wrinkle. Right into my lap. Let me be the catcher of the dreams, You had never dreamt.…

Fiction and other Realities

'Fiction is inspired by reality' That is what they say. Yet, I have observed that a few events happen a lot more in fiction than they do in real life or vice versa. Take sweating for example. Imaginary characters sweat way more than you or I ever would. I understand being in a story is…

Random Thursday Thought

I wish I was someone else... anybody'd do except this person that I am. I wish I could craft like some of my friends do. Beautiful gifts they create out of random, most useless stuff. All I have ever done is destroy everything. Or I could clean like a washing machine or perhaps like a…

Blankness

Staring at a blank paper, I started my journey. It was interfered at times, With the hysterics of my words. A few thoughts, unconcerned. Then it was a blank screen I stared at a while. Key after key I pressed at times To compose some random lines. I am still staring though. No words or…

A Perfect Sphere—WringoInk

Zoobia Shahid was among the brightest students in her class. The 14-year-old had only recently learned that world was elliptical. Copernicus and Galileo had faced quite a handful of troubles before the perfectionists finally came to terms with the fact that their beloved earth was not a perfect circle. She didn’t know what kind of sacrifice she would have to make for her parents to appreciate her truly.

An Emergency Situation

Fight or flight, Are the two options, Nature's MCQs supply.  But I see two more; All of the above. None of the above. My pencil hovers, On the latter two. For I don't want to fight But flying away won't work, right? Thus I stay, Dangling between the two. I pumped myself to fight, "Fly,…