Broken Strings They were then. All the strings that loosened up, Because the love was never enough, All the promises that we broke, No longer hurts to break some more. I stayed and believed. I loved with that fire in me. The fire burnt only me, When it was not supposed to. It never even … Continue reading Strings: Broken And Burnt
The disORDER of things Today, after half a decade, I scavenged through the old and dusty drawers. To no surprise, I was suddenly reminded of how much I loved art!! I sat on the bedroom floor cross legged, much like my faded memory of myself and some so called friends sitting and playing with … Continue reading (Summer-III)/Throw Away Sunday!