Quicksand

You were a trap.  You made me sink into you like quicksand. And I know that I’m drowning deeper and deeper, every second of every minute.  But I guess, I wouldn’t  mind taking a swim into your depths, even if I have to die; even if it means, I won’t survive.  Follow me on social…

Strangers

I was taught not to talk to strangers and yet I find myself running into you every time I distance you from me. I wonder how you pull me back, each time I push you out and how I slowly melt away at the hands of your fragile love – maybe this is the harm…

Irony

In this world full of chaos, people bear masks of ugly to hide their pretty souls. Why portray artificiality when all of us possess something even more original, natural and precious? Every soul is beautiful in its own unique way and concealing it by unnecessary and material things is in my opinion, a crime to…

Belongings

At times words feel forced and shoot straight from the mind; as if the heart is numb, the skin has lost its touch and the body just doesn’t feel. Maybe that’s why what-so-ever happened, never caused a reaction. Maybe that’s why what I considered mine never belonged to me. – Nothing but a mere illusion…

Wildfires

When the flame of my candle burns out, I need another candle to kindle me and ignite me again, like I burned to strike a thousand wildfires. Light me up with the glory of your flame again; I’m exhausted. I’m human. – Akshat Goyal * * * Find me on social media: Instagram: http://www.instagram.com/fanaticscribble Twitter:…