My little brother once said,  ‘You should really hate the voices in your head’  I smile and get lost in thought  As I go back to stare at the ceiling  The blue wall scattered with red paint  How do I tell him,  I’ve not found something as intriguing   As the emptiness that comes along…

It is my burning home. Raging with fire all around me. It burned me alive. But amidst all this, the white flower on the vase, stood. The petals witnessing horror in silence and withering its beauty to soothe me. Still they remain fresh in peace. My quarrels with my own mind and heart, it could…

Hope, they say is a magic potion, but where is hope? There is always a change in perspective when you lose something. But what happens when you constantly lose things, what happens when you lose things that could’ve been bigger, what happens when you lose things that were never yours in the first place, what…