lying in bed, a dead stare at the ceiling of a cold room is a gateway to a thousand thoughts. somewhere inside my head, i visualise some long gone moments being played all over again – a few long-standing friends on a riverside splashing frigid water over each other whilst sipping cheap liquor. now – at a summer wedding, the old friends are standing close to me - unable to comprehend i’m not with them. the closeness is missing - do i not know them? we’d divulge our secrets and fears, now we get surprises by posts and others. i’m not disappointed we went separate ways. though, it seems a little blue, for it happened so soon. sigh! we could’ve stayed longer and soaked in the moments in order to rewind and pause them wherever needed. we talked less, but when we did, we turned yellow. now the laughter is lost somewhere the culprit is that bastard time. some claim to find their soul-mates, a couple others curse love and hit the bottle everyday. a few work tirelessly to be big, and others ca...
i am redhya. here i spew out disorder birthed by my restless neurons. you may or may not like what you read. either way, i urge you to do it. moreover, you may comment what you think so that i understand my writings from your perspectives. But a word of warning - SURRENDER yourself before you begin; otherwise, these are merely some words taking their last breaths and it's impossible to resuscitate them now.