I needed concrete goodbyes. Those they left me without. Or rather the ones I never offered myself. I had been living with untold...

It's beautiful. The moment you clumsily walk into a place with a wondering face scrutinising all that you see in search of familiarity....

My eyes don't see the beauty of the moment. They are painted with regrets, made to capture what to mourn for later, synchronised with a...

The confusion I feel when thinking about you is higher than the one I feel when attempting to solve mathematical problems. And, God knows...

For the first time, I was asked that question. Only for a brief amount of time did it occur to my mind before. But, I had never thought...

I look at myself in the mirror and weary is the only word I can utter. My eyes sunk into the kind of despair that is far too obvious. My...

Am I doing the same mistake, accepting things way too soon? Am I still not thinking independently? I've learnt that they're not always...

For me, standing outside and waiting for a bus to come, for a cab, for someone, for anything alone IS waiting for a hand from behind to...

As if swimming in a murky world, my brain floats and forgets everything. Incapable of bearing any weight, he forgets and denies and remains.

I live in her; she lives in me. She is myself; I am her. We are all tangled up. I left her where I saw divers and submarines. I am about...

I hope I will not have to wonder why my pen's ink flows only to the past.

You know, sometimes, I miss the gentle flow of air hugging my ribs, how care would wrap me tightly from a word said or a told story. I...

I woke up that day, after a few hours of sleep, surprised that I had managed to sleep at all. Anxiety and anticipation kept me company...

It comes at night, in the evening, at two in the morning. Randomly, I mean. It comes randomly. The idea comes as poignant as a newly...

To the man who once said “Out of Sight, Out of Mind”, Your theory stands as false to me. My stubborn longing, intact memories are proof....

What an infuriating feeling! By now, you are left alone with no self-esteem to keep you company. It eats your insides. You feel so weak...

The best-written pieces are the ones you feel out of breath reading. As you read their first line, you are not yet out of the amazement...

Inspired by The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows.

A thought at some moment