Hands, steady. (forcibly) Legs, trembling. (veiled in walks) Face, calm. (stretched to smile) A voice composed, and a voice so loud, they can’t hear. Implodere, concealed. – Shubham Kumar P.C. … Continue reading “Implodere, concealed.”
A million, billion faces, seen, stored & ignored. A few times tricked, by a face to be yours. Most days, imagined Resting over my shoulder. Everyday remembered, beneath the closed … Continue reading Your face
Have you ever felt confused? Between what’s real and what’s not? The dream you just saw, isn’t quite your world, but you want it to be, so much. You wake … Continue reading Another Day, Another Night.
You favour anonymity, Yet you crave for glory. Not just the black sheep, But also the ugly duckling? You yearn to be famous. To be recognised in the flock? For … Continue reading Here in No-where
Don’t feel pain, do you? Don’t snivel, don’t chuckle do you? (Dabbled on the floor) don’t even crawl, do you? Acceptance of a disguised defeat? Will has died, wounds have … Continue reading the man in the mirror | a bitter introspection
Let’s die tonight. Let the mistakes, the blunders, the sins, you once committed, be engraved on your heart, and, let’s stop that heart from beating, racing, ceasing every time, those … Continue reading let’s die tonight