dear readers! you may go through sections and titles and decide what you want to consume today. you should find all of my posts here. the posts are arranged according to their type, under different sections: poems, proses, short stories, et cetera. trigger warnings: the content is pretty dark and may trigger some negative emotions such as existential crisis or anxiety. nevertheless, you'll certainly find some intriguing contents here. Poems some old friends unprescribed love miss you :( drunk love some old friends - aftermath the love poem dark dreams bad trip find me poetry is a lie mirrors beautiful and broken between sky and land the definition of love silenced thoughts the dead rose ask n answer everything beautiful and haunting be fearless raw divulgence an ode to kimadi thoughts sleep on pages pain travels from one to another {0} the peaceful matter things she overlooked a subconscious screams pain mother Prose The Deception of The Euphoric Extreme Addictive Imagination I
आषाढ़ माह के scorching summer days. The folds of the skin are covered in sweat. I’m in the dingy lavatory — minding my own business. I see. On my right side, the upright smoked cigarettes on the edge of the wash basin. A total of eleven — they haven’t been touched for ages. The eleven butts guard the white converging well well. Sitting on the English style toilet, the body suffering from exhaustion wants to sleep. Why don’t you just sleep redhya? The skin and bones droop; eyelids droop. The resting elbows crush the thighs’ skin, and after a point, it’ll hurt more than giving comfort. I realise — my life is full of chores. With zero motivation, I do few and keep a lot in the sink in the kitchen — like a pile of unwashed steel bowls and plates that are often explored by cockroaches around midnight. These creepy crawling nocturnal things leave crevices to fill their empty stomachs. Solitude makes you notice unnoticeable and sometimes makes you do things you generally don’t do. Of late, wh