inarticulate-me

I talked to me again, and as usual, I had a lot to say. Our day started off like it always does, progressed just like it did yesterday, and ended probably the same way it will tomorrow.. My best part of this monotony, you ask? Why, its my conversation with myself.. Late every night, I tuck myself in, and listen to the droning sounds of the crickets outside. Do I sleep at all before the buzzing, the o so profound ringing penetrates my “solitude”? What is that sound? It’s getting louder now, reverberating off every wall in the room… then faint echoes… somebody yawns, and suddenly the ringing stops with a clang, like s

I saw my sorrow reflect in his eyes, I saw his face screw up in pain like mine, I felt him clutch my hand as i grasped his, I heard him cry out loud as I pursed my lips, He held me close and whispered soothing words in my ear, Hoping that somehow, it would ease away the pain. But all his efforts seemed to end in vain, because he, as well as I, knew there was no way out of this disarray. There is a reason because of which it is said, Love cannot be predicted, yet it drives one wild. It is a curse, a curse that leaves one frail. It seeks his prey in the weakest, and lets its hurricane go array The hurricane then stops at nothing, ev

In the middle of an empty room, she sits alone with her head buried in her hands… she’s just too tired of holding her head up high, of looking the world right in the eye and pantomiming, giving the impression that she’s alright.. That she’s a survivor… she’s vaguely aware of her surroundings - the intricate details were something she was never really good at remembering anyways… The only sound in the room, the one that could be heard profoundly, was the slow squeaking of the ceiling fan accompanied occasionally by her wrecked sobs.. How long had it been exactly, since her world had been grounded, leaving he

She walks on, unaware of how the rain had drenched her to the skin. Her pace was slow, almost placid, if it hadn’t for the dragging sound of her feet Anyone could tell she wasn’t one of those looking for shelter in such a heavy downpour, though no one knew why Her face was expressionless, her eyes hollow, her lips curled in neither a smile nor a frown For how long had she been walking, she didn’t know, thought she was vaguely aware of the change in scenery around her The secluded road bordered by trees had now given way to a neighbourhood, one which seems somewhat friendlier than the last one she had passed She walks pas

.. caught in the middle.. caught between the tongues… there’s just one way out.. but it just seems so pointless now… denial just doesn’t make sense anymore… this war of words… just seems unreal when its repeated anywhere else but in your head… Trying to reason it all, it’s just a waste of time.. because ultimately, you’ll be nowhere… Trying to justify what you did… it’ll do you no good.. because ultimately, you know,  you’ll be nowhere… Trying to face it all head on, holds no real value… because ultimately, you see, you’ll be nowhere… …. So there