It just feels...vacant. It's like staring into the space, feeling empty and mindless. Nothing getting in. Just looking but not really seeing anything. Not feeling the soothing sun, not hearing the dancing wind. Nothing Not sad ...just vacant
It's a long journey when you have to walk from the class to the bus stand when you are walking alone. With friends the distance seems like hardly anything. But talking about this again and again makes no difference. It's not like it'll change anything. Anything. It happened in the past and nothing I say… Continue reading Are you dumb because you know me not, or dumb because you know?
The living come with grassy tread … Continue reading In a Disused Graveyard
It was another long day. Tiring and heavy. Got up early, roamed around the city for stuff. Came back home with my arms screaming and feet cursing. But.. I don't mind. It was not so bad. Kind of fun when you take it as a journal in your brain and write as the smoke from… Continue reading Here I am Once again..
I have mood swings; we all do... I saw winds whooshing past and the wind chilling my hands as I sat and a poem came again in my mind, came and went.. Just like the gust of warm winds that used to come in the sunny days.. Came and went. Came and went.. Now close the windows… Continue reading Robert Frost. Him again and always