“Every night, very carefully, she would pick the broken crimson piece by piece and have another failed attempt in glueing back her dead heart.” -Tasneem.Y (Like a Shooting Star)
As she sat there, peeping out of the window, the chirping birds told her a story. Two little birds, one with a crippled wing and other with pretty eyes. Her eyes glared with rays of indubitable love, not once found in humans. Love, she learned, in little things is love in its purest form. -Tasneem.Y (Like a Shooting Star)
“The ocean was in love. It wanted her so bad and when she turned around to go home, it pulled her in with a tsunami. And made her a home amongst.” -Tasneem.Y (Like a Shooting Star)
She was stable before she realized the little changes occurring, that cracked the already broken bond a little more than it already is! Step by step distancing from the one she once loved ocean deep and sky wide. (The moment he removed their picture from his display pic.) -Tasneem.Y (Like a Shooting Star)
She took the bullet. But it din kill her. She consumed it and grew powerful enough to shoot back. She became a gun loaded with hearts and flowers. -Tasneem.Y (Like a Shooting Star)
She took out an empty jar. Locked her tangled feelings in it, dug a hole deep, and hid it somewhere nobody could seek. The chaos ended but little did she know that she buried her soul alive. All that was left was her blank physical existence. -Tasneem.Y (Like a Shooting Star)
Her eyes opened to a beautiful sunrise and they were strangely found laughing, playing, relishing. For they both knew what disaster awaits followed by sobs, heart breaks, deep pain waiting to engulf them by dawn. All they had was a little time in hand, to create the sweetest memories of their lives. It was time…
I could write a book about my life. Love, hate, heartbreaks, guilt, depression, scars, regrets.. I’ve gone through it all. I never believed in happy endings until he happened to me.
“Don’t talk to me like that!” I yelled my lungs out. “Like what?!!” He screamed back. “Those mushy talks of yours. Stop it. I’m not your girlfriend!!” I could see a drop of sweat rolling down his cheek. Or was it really sweat?
I feel loving my pet is any day deserving than that of humans. Pets don’t demand much. Nor they expect much. Yet they just melt you with buckets of love. Unconditional indubitable love.
“.. She’s leaves traces and footprints, Not on sand, but on hearts.. The eternal love she was born around, Till the end of time, is what she will forever miss. She walks ahead To a place she always dreamt she’d once home paradise And with him, happily ever after she lives..”
It was jet dark around her. To which she assumed she was blind. Blind to a certain part of her life. She lost herself somewhere in that darkness. Struggling to find a home for her heart and soul.