Unbreaking Chains

  159 days = 22 weeks and 5 days. Ask yourself, what do you do with 159 days? You go on a long trip. Fly across oceans and conquer all the land borders you can find. Drink too much. Meet people. Fall in love. Fall in lust. Get lost. Lose yourself. 159 days = 22…

As You Turn Away

On nights when I can barely keep my eyes closed, my mind just wanders. Aimlessly. Sometimes, I think of you. The hows and the whys. Repeatedly.

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.

Hers. Alone.

One gaping hole. Your life. Without her. Pain. This pain. Unyielding. Your life. Unforgiving. Without her.

Random Playlist.

You close your eyes, trying to drown in silence. In the darkness of midday. Everyone gets lost around you. Mindlessly, on loop.

About Her

Expectations. Tears. Disappointments. Regrets. Doubts. Laughter. Pancakes. Rain.

Seconds Apart.

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.

Each Turn.

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….

Over Coffee and Goodbyes

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…

Never Stop.

  Listen closely. Do you hear the familiar lines of our song? She asks. Do you want to dance? I smile. Do we take it slow? She leans in. Do I hold her? Listen again. Is that her voice calling me home? Or is that us saying goodbye? Listen.