Dark Nights

It’s hard to fight when you’re at war with yourself, It’s hard to fight when you start to hate yourself, It’s hard to fight in these dark nights when you know that all you have is yourself, yet you choose to be the rebel and fight through, in these dark nights to hurt your soul….

Will you understand it?

An overjoyed grin is always plastered on my face I say I’m happy and confident, I say I don’t care how the world views me, But what if deep deep down I do? What if I just wanna hide behind the fa├žade I set up? Will you understand it? Will you make my demons go…

Expired love {Short Story}

He looked at me through moist lashes, for I hurt him bad enough for him to hate me with all his heart, but he doesn’t. He doesn’t hate me and this knowledge haunts me. I did it all to protect him, and being away from him is gonna be so much hard if he is…

It’s worth it after all [short story #4]

It was love at first sight, They were so in love, with all parents involved and constant marriage talks that he was certain, she loves him. She had to. She couldn’t not love him after 8years of a committed and healthy relationship right? They like all couples faced problems and difficulties, but it was all…

Karma’s a bitch [short story #3]

Her trust in marriage faded the very day her parents separated. Who knew that a  year later, she would fall for a playboy next door who bullied her since they were 10. She never expected that anyone would love her. Like, who would want to be with a girl so fat and under confident right?…

Short story #2

Our friends made sure that we remain enemies, spilling all kinds of dark secrets we held and the rumours that surrounded us, we were from rival groups after all. We were meant to be enemies and started off as foes, but destiny had other plans. The guilt and pain of hurting the other made us…

Short story #1

Hiya! I’ve decided to try out story writing. So if you all are interested, I’ll post short stories too sometimes from now on. I saw him last Saturday and he has been gone ever since. I sat in my room with clothes scattered on the floor, flower vases half broken and endless napkins and tissues…

The unfulfilled promise!

The years went by and the pain seemed to worsen, The tears of hot frustration became nothing but a series of deadpans All those years under a demeanor so cold and vacant was a craving heart waiting with boundless patience, Waiting to be freed by all the hurtful words Waiting to be nurtured and loved…