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Tuesday, 2 August 2016

A New Start

After a clear rejection she felt like her life was over. She lost all her dreams and didn't knew how to continue her life anymore. She got caged in her own world and the heart she owned wasn't her anymore. Everything went the way it was for years but all she did during these years was torture herself in a way to find the reason of her existence. Days after days went by but nothing changed.

Thursday, 28 July 2016

Betrayal - A Mother's View

They say a woman can cry to her extreme but when she is finished crying she becomes that strongest person who can bear any hardship this human race can give her.  A weak woman can be a daughter, a sister or a wife but the strongest woman is a mother who is definite about her goals to upbring her child to the seven skies.

Friday, 22 July 2016

Someday In A Thousand Nights Changed Her Life

I wonder if I was even a thought to you? Maybe I crossed your mind for once or maybe you still had feelings for me. Thousands of thoughts that crossed my mind, making a twister around my head. These thoughts were making me mad, hunted me every night. The pain was so much to bear and ended up torturing myself. Every day and every night I used to question myself...

Sunday, 17 July 2016

Some Promises Are Meant To Be Broken

Life is full of surprises, she nodded. She was stunned by those sudden words, soon after her heart was full of dreams, he crushed them one by one saying that he never had feelings for her. She was shocked and didn’t knew how to react. Their friendship was more than what they deserved.

Tuesday, 12 July 2016

We Need Women Who Are...

We need women who are so strong that they can be gentle, so educated they can be humble, so fierce they can be compassionate, so passionate they can be rational, and so discipline they can be free.

Inequality, gender discrimination and racism runs in streets like a tsunami that drains us all along with it. By every passing day, this is increasing at a much higher rate. This is like corruption in our minds. We even know the consequences and our faults. But still we remain to stay quite and shut ourselves in our homes.

Friday, 8 July 2016

Solitude Pain

I came under that same old tree and glanced at that torn up swing which was filled with full of unwanted memories. I sat at the swing and yet again I was meditating under the vast blue sky. The ropes felt wet again, just like always, 'cause of my tears which were soaked deep within them. 

Tuesday, 5 July 2016

Fell Into My Own Destruction

I sat there with all the books in front of me. With all those memories just lying there. I kept staring at one thing and then the other. My eyes kept moving from one place to another. I was here to find something I had long forgotten, but today's unusual events had refreshed all those memories that had taken ages to hide, that were hidden beneath everything else. All those memories I had held back, all those tears and all those scars were now once again refreshed.