Abstracts. 

Endless white walls.
Her eyes closing.

Dark stretched canvas.

Without playing a single note.

Blue hues, with drops of rain.

Scratches of red wine.

Etched in the wood work. Continue reading “Abstracts. “

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Hers. Alone.

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One gaping hole.
Your life. Without her.

Pain. This pain.
Unyielding.
Your life. Unforgiving.

Without her.

Seconds Apart.

Falling deeper

Tonight, the questions keep on coming.

Like the rain, drops slowly pouring in to your open window.

You ask, you beg, you pray, you yell, you surrender.

Still, the questions remain unanswered.

With the whys contradicting the hows, each time leaving you more confused than the last. Continue reading “Seconds Apart.”

Each Turn.

Stand here with you

One step forward. Two steps back.
We fight, senseless arguments, we hurl words that can never be taken back.

One step forward. Two steps back.
Hues of red, pink and orange, staring back at us.The world made perfect, just for us.Only for us.

One step forward. Two steps back.
Doubting forever. Endless tears. Cold starless skies. Silent screams.

One step forward. Two steps back.
That first time our lips met. That first time you laughed at something silly I said.That movie we barely saw.

One step forward. Two steps back.
Questions and undaunted fears. You cry. I break. repeatedly.

One step forward. Two steps back.
And then we pause.

Over Coffee and Goodbyes

A Story to Tell

Have you ever thought, how something so clear can ever make you feel disoriented? Confused that one very turn, clouded judgments, complicated decisions, can cause tears —

Immense pain. Make you lose countless battles.

They met, not by fate, but by chance. Fell in love, deeply, by choice but never by reason.

Have you ever thought, how something so hopeless, can ever make you feel this optimistic? You hope, and fervently pray that at the end of the winding road, you see her. Waiting.  That maybe, just maybe, you did something right.

To deserve her. To be loved by someone like her.

They met, not by fate, but by chance. Fell in love, deeply, by choice and never because of circumstances.

She needed her. Held her. Made her feel alive. One bus ride. One perfect day at the beach. One starry night at the castle towers.

Then one lifetime without her.

Have you ever thought, how something so beautiful can ever make you feel this. Unbearable darkness. With her last words of hate, stinging your soul. Scarring you for eternity.

They met, not by fate, but by chance. Do they say goodbye out of choice?