People need to be held when they shiver- A Poem by Khushi Singh

Hands can be soothing for those who eat darkness. They spend their nights muttering fallacies off- their half cut wrists and bleeding hearts. Their parched lips hold surreptitious essence of what it like to swallow realms of fanned ashes, ashes of the graveyards and the past- so morose, they still trickle down your spine, inviting… Continue reading People need to be held when they shiver- A Poem by Khushi Singh

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Melancholia: The Way You Feel It

Intentional gloom embrace me, Eternal silence chase me, Feelings commence an inexorable race, Zillion thoughts, faint images downpour with no pace. People around another piece of furniture, Sounds nothing but aggravating noises. Talking to my inner self, A failed attempt to find myself, Recollecting the memories of the decayed past, Those deceptive self-made promises, Because… Continue reading Melancholia: The Way You Feel It

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