The way things aren’t but should be

It used to be easier, but there were so many things around me that couldn’t stay the same and it all became louder. There were people telling me what to say and reminding me of things I haven’t realized yet. Only when I write that I am able to listen to my thoughts clearer. What if…

Purely Out Of Talent

“In time you’ll learn…You must find happiness right where you are.” Moana, Where You Are. By Lin-Manuel Miranda and Mark Mancina. There’s this teacher who doesn’t really like me, and although she may not like me very much, there is this one phrase that this person says that has always stuck with me: Hard work…

Photo Writing.

“The silhouette of boy  sitting alone on the bench,  Thinking why being lonely,  feeling sad, believing no is there for him, “He doesn’t know”  that someone is there who is looking to him and will be taking care until  someone take him to their life. Moral:  Adopt Children, To give them a new happy  wonderful…

Infect.

Dip your pen In magic And love And Infect The whole world Through your words. -Rupali Jeganathan Image credits: Google Follow me on Instagram.

Angel in Heaven. (Fiction tale)

After searching her, He couldn’t find his love on the earth And later his time got over in life, He died and while he reached to the heaven, He got a love as a beautiful angel Or He found a love in the form of a beautiful angel.   By Chirayu Sharma Read more texts by…

Infidelity//

As the train moves And I force myself to sleep I can’t help but think, How it would have been  If you didn’t make me  A victim of infidelity  If you didn’t scar my soul  And be thrilled about it  If you didn’t ignore me  And not feel a thing about it And how it…

Heartbeat

If  i could be anything other than me, I’d be your heartbeat..   By Anjum Choudhary Read more texts by this author

What The F***ck Are Perfect Places, Anyways?

“I’m nineteen and I’m on fire, but when I’m dancing I’m alright. It’s just another graceless night.” – Lorde, “Perfect Places,” Melodrama. In the old room where I grew up, I spent many restless nights being terrified of irrational fears. I used to be afraid of aliens coming down and abducting me (I know you…

Crisis is…

Crisis is a cradle for crafts. Craft is a life full of energy. Cradles are made for people. Craft and create a crib. Create and craft with a nib. Creep and croak with your sib. Crisis cracks crooks. Cradles create crops. Crosses cradle creeds. By Luca Arnaldo Read more texts by this author

The world.

Look at the widow, tell me what you see. You probably see the same things that you have been seeing for years. You see anxiety, stress and people who are terrified from time. I loved time, I have always had it as a way to free myself. Like the times the sunlight endured my heavy…