Mornings are beautiful. It’s the nights I fear the most. The darkness consumes me and makes me melancholy. Advertisements
Her first shrill cry filled the empty spaces between the two hearts.
After she played with his heart, he started playing with words.
They vibe on the same frequency.
At the end of the day, infront of the mirror was the only time when she could be herself dropping the pretentious mask.
Once again she falls into a trap. Once again she is let down by the people she loves. Once again she is humiliated and rebuked. Once again she falls and slips into oblivion. Yet, once again she will stand with her held high. And, let the world know the powers that she hides.
Time was the culprit in bringing distance between them.
Night gets darker with each passing hour. Your thoughts run wild, your actions and words become raw. All the fake masks of the day drops and the real vulnerable you comes out.
Black and white photographs are more colourful.
Hands so soft, Face so pretty. Smile so bright, shines even in the night. Hands turn rough, Face loses its beauty. but the smile remains the same, shinning as bright as ever.
Her eyes itched to see him, Her hands trembled to hold him. But the lost son never returned.
Things that seem perfect from outside are often broken from within.