I’m tired

I’m tired. I’m tired of recalling those nights when I heard shouts from my parents’ room at 3am. I’m tired of knowing that Mom and Dad’s priority was not us. I’m tired of seeing them with their new families. I’m tired of looking at my nephew’s sad eyes, longing for attention and for real happiness…

Drowned In The Sea of Grief

I desired to be as free as the clouds above, drift as the wind blows. shed tears whenever and wherever I want, and vanish as darkness eats the world. As I opened eyes in the morning, the light tries to surprise me. Giving hope when I needed not hope, lending a hand when I need…

Spring

We lay together, field of golden daffodils, that blooms in the Spring.

Living; Dying

How heart-breaking it is, when people walk away, got exhausted of the things you’ve said over, and over again. They’ve constructed blockades, and refrain dealing with you. Perhaps, that would typical human-beings do, when they get along with pessimists, paranoids, depressed. “Friend” they called you once, you made them laugh at times they wanted it, you removed all their…

Writer’s Letter to His Ownself

You’re not a wrong choice, you’re tough. You’re somebody’s 11:11 wish, and someone’s favorite song. You’re a human who commit errors, and exceeds disaster. You have friends, and you’re a friend. Be calm, be optimistic, and be happy Start achieving your visions, instead of pondering those tragedies. Shape a strong foundation of your courage, and faith. Do…

Tragic Enigma

22nd of March I’m at home. Alone. I don’t have the urge to do anything. Though there are loads of burdens, I need to conform. It was passed 2 am, when things started to get worse. The same tragedy, that happened on December 21st Tossing and turning all night. Staring at the opened-window for almost…

Ayúdame!

Someone kept on banging the door last night. He appeared to be so livid. I was so curious about whom that man was. Without any reluctance, I unlocked the door. And I found out, it was him again. Carrying baskets of experiences from the past! Perhaps, that’s what he likes to do. Bringing back bullshits,…

LET ME OUT!

I woke up, being distracted by a loud noise. He’s screaming with madness, and anger. Seeking help, yearning for beautiful melodies, smiles, affection and tender care. I once spoke to him, I was frightened. He said, he was bleeding and he asked me to go with him. To taste the beauty of emptiness and being…