He didn’t read it. Any of it. All the letters laid in front of him and he didn’t dare touch one. It reminded him of the time when things were okay, better, easier, happier but it was nostalgic

He hated nostalgia. He always looked forward to making his future better, leaving behind the past. But he couldn’t this time. Because his past simply laid in front of his eyes.

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He wanted to forget everything. But he felt sad. Sad, because how inconsiderate he had become since he wanted to burn all the letters filled with love, sharing someone’s joy, tears, success, failure. Sharing someone’s life.

His hands trembled when he went to take the very last letter that arrived a week ago, that he didn’t have enough courage to read it.

When he opened the letter, he saw the picture of his 2 year old daughter, smiling innocently at the camera. Tears filled his eyes.

These were his stars. He couldn’t let them go neither he could keep them close. He tried, but it resulted in making him feel worse. He started feeling guilty again, for not being a part of her life when he could have.

That day he cried. He cried his heart out. He had nowhere to go and nowhere to stay. He felt alone. He knew life was turning up against him for doing the same with his love, his girlfriend.

He couldn’t keep it anymore. So he let them out, he let the tears out. Drowning himself deep into the ocean of regret so he find a cure on the sea bed.

~ Tanishka Chaudhary

How is it like to lose a devil but not lose love

~Neha Lekhak

you were nothing but the rude voices 
the clashing of swords and staves

you broke me so hard 
i had to vent it out 
played with my heart 
for you to curse me 
with every nook and corner
your will
would ever have to offer to me 

oh love
you should have believed me
when i had said,
"i am your little girl 
and you are
my favorite bonhomie"

i would forever hate to let you go 
i had tried with all my might 
but couldn't leave you alone 

as time savored my broken parts
my character had to take off
her unrelenting costume 
and unyielding face mask
the way you killed and shattered 
each of my nerves apart 

until i couldn't consume myself within 

the fierce and lawless that you were 
the fierce and lawless that you turned
(me into)

i created chances
for you to blow me out and leave me 
the only golden moments to go fleeting 

a compassion beyond pain
and only 
if i had an umbrella 
for my difficult moments 

the way you let me stand out in the cold 
darling, i would tell you,
"you are deficient in reading me
and oh so adequately!
you failed me yet again, and miserably so."


Written on her mind

Was a false story

The words of her talking

To him in her diaries

Although she rarely gets to see him

Since the day he lost interest

Filling her mind with lucid dreams

Leaving her clinging and obsessed

I watch her everyday

Lost in a world where he’s there for her

And of her, she seems so content

Dancing in visions that are so blur

I wonder what she’d go through

Once the vicious truth

would burst upon her

The emptiness that’ll consume her

When she’ll recognise her untrue lover

And for now I can just watch her

Together with him in the delusion

For I’m too scared to bring it upon her

The ache of the hindsight,

due to her own seclusion.

~Siddharth Singh

माँ मैं हैवान नही था

-हर्ष नारायण श्रीवास्तव

माँ मैं हैवान नही था,
तेरी कोख में पला श्राप नही था,
हाँ समाज केे फ़रेबो से तो मैं अन्जान था,
पर तेरे दिए संस्कारों का तो मुझे ज्ञान था,
खुद से पहले दूसरे का सम्मान करना तूने ही सिखाया था,
लड़कीओ को देवी का दर्जा देना ये तूने ही बताया था,
बहन तेरी राखी कि इज़्ज़त मैंने बखूबी निभाई थी,
किसी दूसरे की राखी पे मैंने आँख न बुरी लगाई थी,
एक बाप केे लिए बेटी की कीमत क्या होती है ये पापा के प्यार ने बताया था,
बस इसी संस्कारों को मैंने अपनी आखरी साँस तक निभाया था,
बस मुझे गलत मत समझना माँ मैं तेरी कोख में पला श्राप नही था,
पापा आपकी इज़्ज़त का दाग नहीं था,
बहना तेरी राखी का अपमान नही था,
मै हैवान नही था||