It feels so great to share this post. My debut novella Dwam is going to be released soon on 25th January and I just can’t thank enough. The book is available on Amazon to pre-order.
Thanking all the people who supported me and my publishers!
DWAM
Calling for Submissions!
Hi you all!
Rosewood Publications is looking for writers for their upcoming anthology. If you wish to publish a short story, do mail me for more info! Share it with interested people! Grab the opportunity and become a published writer!
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If It’s Not Forever….It’s Still Love
How many times we all have heard and even believed the sayings like ‘All is Fair in love and War’ or that ‘If It’s Not Forever, It’s not love’?
Notions or constructs like this exist everywhere in this social structure, stifling the true essence of things or love to say so.
When one talks about everything being fair in love or war, there is a chance of one being morally wrong on one or more ocassion. And well, if I talk about forever then, is there even a ‘forever?’
The basic rule of life is that everything is destructible. Then, why do we believe or make others believe that nothing can touch their love?
There are many factors determental to the longevity of love such as committment, loyalty, understanding or so on. But we all already know that, right? Then why we still focus on forever?
Red
Across the stream
Ran a lamb
A pretty little thing
Star coated skin
The lamb soared high
Happy and rejoiced
The lamb ran
No sad-lad
Only to end in Red.
In My Street
In my street
There lived a boy
So weird
So funny
We laughed together
Ate together
Sung together
And danced together
Under the stars
Till the day he left
Now, I sit on my porch
Thinking
In my street
There lived a boy
So weird
So funny.
Ashes
A feeling of dread
Clutches me
Grappling with anxiety
I struggle
Within me.
Everything I touch
Turn to ashes
I wait silently
For the curse to break
To write again
Of Roses.
Tap! Tap!
Tap! Tap!
I wait
My patience wearing thin
My eyes go blink
I wait
Tap! Tap!
Heavens
A shade of dark rose
Her lips
Lush and soft
I tasted sin
A heaven trip
Her smile pearly
Her hair curly
I asked her
Her name
Mary? Rose? Jane?
She laughed
Sounds of bell ring
I wonder still
Mary? Rose? Jane?
Or Sin?
Heaven on her lips
The Ruin Lane
In the ruins
Of plains
A wallflower stood
His hair the color of ink
Eyes full of honey
The boy lived in a lane
Writing poems for Jane
I watched him from afar
A beautiful sight he was
Singing songs of love
He was a fair dove
I wandered in the ruins
He took my hand
And roamed the lane
Singing songs of friendship
My smile bright
His teeth pearly
The day was young
Night still unborn
We walked the ruins
Hand in hand
Singing songs of friendship
The Journey Begins
Thanks for joining me!
Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton
