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.

I was never very fond of four-letter words but there was once a man who called me Hope; and I spent four long summers craving to find its synonyms.

After torturing our adrenaline by watching a horror movie for a couple of hours the places we are most afraid of are the doors and windows of the room even though they are the only ways for us to escape in case of occurrence such an event.

I let every grain of sand slip through my fingersAs the wind carried them away; Some drops of rain absorbed by the sand,Some dissolved in the sea.I'd go back carrying no tracesOf where I'd been,But the sand settled between my fingers,And the grains falling off from my toes.I wouldn't soil the carpet on the floorIf only I'd known...

I wish not to tell you how I feelI choose silence so that you leaveKiss me goodbye and set me free

That was the thing about her. When you told her about an incident where you so badly screwed up, half expecting her to laugh at you in amusement, half anticipating a smirk of disgust, she would hardly express her pity or maybe she did express what she felt, for she would just nod her head, gesturing you to go on... As if it's normal... As if you're normal.

Often the most tricky questions are the ones we secretly know the answers of.What are you running from?What are you waiting for?

Nay, you don't throw away those misplaced beads.. you find them, pick them up and make a new necklace.. probably not as beautiful as you imagined..but wearable nevertheless..

I'd rather be not the light in your lifeThe bright day might make me obscureI'd rather be the cold darknessFor it remains, unseen, uncertain and unsure