Best plan.

Best plan.

You should have taken away the scars and left the heart. But No, You whisked the heart and left the scars. The best plan to kill a person… Leave them with scars reminding them of some million memories.

More Than You & Me

More Than You & Me

You see, the reason for my being is almost dancing on the surface of your laughter. I can taste something more than you & me on the tip of our interlaced destinies, & we are but some abstract moments hopelessly entangled in the air we breathe – indistinguishable from each other. ~ Ashka Naik | …

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I Still Can’t Find You

I Still Can’t Find You

Impossibility was a whim I could never fully understand. I used to survive these miasmic nights, and even let my fears run deep in my hands without letting them betray my abhorrence for pain. But now, I struggle to keep my blood in my veins, and my thoughts are paralyzed on the illusion of your existence. …

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Younger Than Yesterday

Younger Than Yesterday

I am sometimes lost in simple fragrances, and dissolve into stories where I am younger than yesterday, I am all that is easily forgotten and erased, and all that takes an eternity to create. ~ Ashka Naik | The Silent Scribbler

Even The Darkness Has Arms

Even The Darkness Has Arms

Time does not heal the pain. You tell yourself that you will never forget them, but eventually, you do. Little by little. You forget the way their voice hung in the air, when the silence drops after midnight, and you grab hold of the words they said, but they’re just a string of letters and …

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Might As Well Be Dreaming

Might As Well Be Dreaming

This time of the year, I wear heartache around my shoulders like an embrace. I can barely breathe, and my tongue presses down on tiresome cliches. I have my arms feebly wrapped around a runaway reality, and I steadily slip into the delusion that I might as well be dreaming. But they told me once, …

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Take Me Back

Take Me Back

Take me back in time, to that autumn, when you made me bloom like a spring rose. When you stripped me of my sadness. Take me back to that time and bring back my blossoms, bring me roses, few reasons to live, and once more blow me a kiss. Let air spread the dye of …

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