No more making it right. 

Let me tell you a story in short ,

About ever since my last retort. 

A part of my life here I describe, 

Not everything in once,  as I could write. 

I’ve been trying to hold to destruction so bad

Like a fist full of loose sand.

My veins scream for love 

Nothing better I could catch hold off.

Nothing but alas 

Holding on to hurt like the shards of a glass. 

I feel like I’m tearing through every crack of the vessel 

But every emotion I can’t deal,  I wrestle. 

In the end , I try for a simple smooth 

But,  It’s so tough 

I’m no more making it right

Tell me how often do you shatter ?

Tell me how often do you shatter .

If your pillow has soaked more water than your bathing robe. 

If you have questioned your best deeds thinking you were still somewhere wrong. 

If you tried to escape your worse nightmares each time,  everytime. 

If your eyes have tolerated more pain than the knuckles of your fist.

If you sit on the floor and feel like getting swallowed by the earth. 

If you ever,  ever wrote for someone. 

Tell me how often do you shatter? 

I do. Quite a lot. 

@quiescentlistener

Would love to hear from my readers too. Thanking everyone for the support. Almost at 500 followers within a less time , within an hour , when the zero hour for my birthday begins , I shall feel so blessed to continue this journey. All your love and support could have me the best day further.  No better way to a  Turning 20 . Thank You Loves ❤

Maybe I’ll figure out. 

Image courtesy : Some random picture of mine.

I’ve have had this feeling where I’ve felt like a million bucks sometimes, gushing through love and honour to worse than a homeless man in dropping temperature night looking for warmth. 

I’ve had this feeling where it’s all butterflies making you a crown till being trapped by wilds hunting for some meat. 

I’ve seen the injustice, the loss , unacceptance and longing for only to stay quiet.

I don’t know if that’s right. 

I don’t know but maybe I’ll figure out .

@quiescentlistener

A Monday Morning. 

On a random Monday morning like this,  

I woke up to the sound of downpour

When I sat by the window,  

Holding on to few things. 

A hard cold cover on my thighs,

And a vapour mixing with the skies. 

Only and only, 

My Page-Turner that’s never out of sight

and the coffee,  a best friend of every night.

On just a random Monday morning like this,

Was just the beginning of a Heartfelt Romance. 

@quiescentlistener 

Whenever you don’t feel loved. 

Whenever you don’t feel loved. 

Sit back and think if you ever loved enough 

Open your arms & embrace something better

Whenever you don’t feel loved,  

Remember that there are many like you Waiting to just be known. 

Mostly,  whenever you don’t feel loved 

Step forward,  to love yourself a little more. 

And someday you will thank everyone for not loving you enough.