It was either the chaos of a crowd of thoughts or the silence of solitude... nothing in between..

What broke your heart so badThat you had to close every door, That you say you have a dark soulAnd can't utter the word 'love' anymore?

And truths, these days, are spokenThe same way promises are made,With gritted teeth and crossed fingers.

Sometimes it's your fragrance that comes to me, out of the blue, on a crowded road in a Sunday afternoon.But more often, it's memories of us that cross my mind almost every lone evening.All I want is to lessen the pain I feel every night.But every morning I wake up is another day, hopeless and miserable, with nothing but a deafening silence, a wave of tears, memories and your absence.

Maybe that's what writers do-Maybe they exaggerate pain just so that you feel okay about what you're feeling.

There were two and only two messages that could have been comprehended by what he said.But neither of them was soothing; neither of them was a lie.

My maid never sweeps under the bed so I asked her to do so today. Found a pen, three pairs of shoes and the man I had lost two years ago.

What if you wake up one fine morning only to realize that the life you have been living since the last few days was nothing but a dream of yours?Would you go back to sleep then?I wake up each morning only to realize you're not by my side. And if this emptiness is nothing but a nightmare, let me wake up and go back to the time we were together...

I have seen travel plans happen only when they were made overnight.