Day 23- Belgium

Things that my inner voice has said to me the past few days on train rides in a foreign country I now call home; (i) I wonder why there is no universal language if all the emotions we try to convey are more often than not the same with just different strings of alphabets joined…

Revolution. 

Dear revolution,  See I have burnt too many letters in the past to take words for granted again.  So when I have finally mustered the courage to write to you, know that it is the product of words I’ve left unsaid.  My words make love to each other like estranged souls Even if most ears…

 Belgium- Day 5

Well, my day began with my best friends wishing me at 12:00 am (IST) which so great. I spoke to my best friend after so many days and it was so nice to hear her voice. My birthday was a pretty lowkey day but it was also a beautiful day. A friend of mine sent…

Belgium- Day 4

10:00 am; 3 September 2016 (Saturday) I am so glad that weekends are one of those lazy days here because I was afraid I woke up too late. It’s slightly hard to tell what’s late and what’s early. I like this green apple muesli they have here so I eat that almost every morning, they…

#The Anonymous Letters Project

To the girl who’s leaving, Once again here I am writing to her. And I dont mind, really, not one bit. I don’t mind her leaving, For it’s her piece of happiness, And it’s her life. But yet I do strive To tell her this, While looking her in the eye Deep and infinite like…

#The Anonymous Letters Project

Dear hysterical friend, Transcendent bits of joy won’t fill the diurnal void, the hole punched in your gut by your fate. The sphere of nothingness will engulf all of your moments of apparent joy because in the end there are only negative vibes around us, at least we only pick up on those and any…

#The Anonymous Letters Project

Hey guys! This letter is a part of my newest pet project called “The anonymous letters project” The name in itself is fairly self explanatory, I want to offer to all the writers, the poets, the deep thinkers, the lovers and everyone who feels the need to express; a platform where they can be honest…

#The Anonymous Letters Project

Bismillah ir rahman ir rahim, I connote these locutions in the cosmos hoping they end up on your door You gave me your love but you also taught me your beliefs. You’re so sure they’re true that you forced them upon me. Where is my cull? Where is my profigacy? Eighteen years I have spent…

#The Anonymous Letters Project

Hey guys! This letter is a part of my newest pet project called “The anonymous letters project” The name in itself is fairly self explanatory, I want to offer to all the writers, the poets, the deep thinkers, the lovers and everyone who feels the need to express; a platform where they can be honest…

#The Anonymous Letters Project

Dear Boo, You see I have always loved the concept of optimism. That part where you notice that the glass is half full rather than it is half empty. Where you focus on the part that you are getting something to drink rather than not the whole thing. I have always loved the concept of…