The Indian Writer

Conflicts of my eyes with your eyes, oh! the first time i felt the love in a fight. popcorn fights, making me right stirred me to the good time. holding my heart, securing it from all the snarlings spurning from all the shrillings oh! your love was so chary.all i showed was my matchless love, either your heart or my way to express was spurious.with my weak knees, when i saw your smile. leave my eyes, my knees started to glee.all i gave was my bonafide love, either your love or my way to love was wicked

Romance  with  darkness......💗💗💗 I don't know what do you understand by this unspecific title.. But in your absence, the title makes me feel amazing. In every turn of life someone leaves you with lonliness.. And each time it makes you empty on the inside... I hide my sorrow of sadness... But you don't know ,how I'm crying in darkness.. I forget my happy days I smile in the dark each night Which always brings up to me my lonely night. Looking at the stars wonder, if i will have stars in my dark night.  My subconscious laughed at me and said, "you lost your own existence loving her and now all that is left for you is this darkness."

Caught me up in my own past Winter was on blast that year, showing no mercy at all. Turmoils of the past , had creeped in scaring my present Something tied me down, held me back. Back in the darkness Ages of turbulences and fearsome thoughts had clogged me up , choking my future to a never ending misery. I tried, tried to get up and set myself free to a picturesque of a world I see. My demons had a different plan though, the demon in the mirror that caught me up in my own past.