Inside of you

I was so inside of you that I know your heartbeat, I know how you are inside, and I still can’t understand how hour heart fits in your breast. I was inside of you, while you were giving me life even before it had started. I was so inside of you that I learned by…

Who you are?.

  Who are you Who am I Who are the rest of the world Who knows I, you and everyone are just a different characters that has its own role to perform In everyone’s life.     By Chirayu Sharma Read more texts by this author

Dreams. 

It was a chaos. The one that can’t be controlled or altered. Cannot be channeled in the right direction. It is how it is. I woke up in the morning drenched in my own sweat. Panting as I ran from my own demons. The ray of light gave me a sigh of relief. Walking down that…

I just wish//

When my pale skin touched yours, and the heat of my body was enough to shield us both from your coldness, I wish you found it soothing like I did. When your dark brown eyes looked at mine, I wish you didn’t look away before I did. When I hugged you, I wish you wrapped…

Nothing is…

Nothing is obvious, everything changes. Nothing is notorious, you find many angels who reach for the glorious, rescuing many strangers. Nothing is ever quite what it seems, maybe you’ll never wake up from dreams. You must be clever, don’t take extremes.   By Luca Arnaldo Read more texts by this author

Sentranced.

Sentranced: Captivated by a beautifully written sentence.   I want to devour the words from the pages, until it is not blood in my veins, but your words; till they fill me up, and make me feel alive; till I become the words I read. But, I’m just left staring at the pages, over and over…

A New Me

  “A New Me.” (within few hours). Hint: You know me ? This question to everyone to every writer?. Puzzle: A new day of a new year for a new time for all new Life’s mission begins from date When life was born once. Let’s see who finds it first.   By Chirayu Sharma Read more…

Fifty times

Fifty seconds of pleasure. Fifty minutes of birth. Fifty hours of leisure. Fifty days of mirth. Fifty weeks of innocence. Fifty months of strife. Fifty seasons of evidence. Fifty years of life. By Luca Arnaldo Read more texts by this author

Don’t fall for him//(Abort Mission)

Don’t fall for him. I repeat, do not. When the tall guy with the irresistible voice tells you he loves you, don’t believe him. When the guy with the amber colored eyes that you fell for in the first glimpse winks at you and gives you a half smirk half smile, don’t fall head over…

A Casket of Roses//

  I try to tell my friends That I am the same person On the outside. The same smile, The same tears, The same pale skin that is trying to cover my lifeless soul. But what has changed now Is my urge to look forward to things My excitement when I look at people. I…