The “fake” girl. 

“Fake.  Yes, that’s the word. That’s exactly what people call me behind my, thinking that I’m oblivious to it.  Usually, I shrug it off, knowing that they don’t know me personally, but I’m only human, it’s tough for me to avoid the hurt forever.  Sometimes, I just desperately want people to know that just because I…

Old soul

Being an old sould is something I’m Usually proud of, And why wouldn’t I be?  I know so much, so young I understand things I shouldn’t, I recognize pain I never felt  I know lessons, I never learnt It’s flattering and awful, the same time, The foresight of life as a whole, stops me From growing,…

Forgiving myself

Hey! This is a short story which I wrote a while back, do give it a read:) “YES YOU CAN!” One of the most refreshing and felicitous phrase we hear growing up. I know many people don’t get that opportunity (because of unhealthy family environment), but fortunately I did. To me they were annoying and…

Your now need not always carry the burden of your past mistakes.

There are certain mistakes that we all have committed which we’re upset, sad and even ashamed about. But with time the harsh realizations that we can’t do anything to change our past, has not only made us accept our past with resignation, but also made us fearful about the way we spend our present, and…

Stop with the lies!

They think I’m a snob, A cribbing, naïve little girl They ill-treat me with the sorry excuse of tough love, ‘But Is this love?’ Or am i just another prey they could use, To satisfy their power hungry souls Oh, I wanna hide, And never see the evil smiles, For this gullible creature is still…

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…

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…