Turnings that make Circles.

Sun rays, shiny and glamorous, barge into your window, reflecting the luminescence onto your long eyelashes; compelling the levator palpebrae superioris muscles to contract, retracting your eye lids, wide open. You controlled your blinking and stared into space, watching the dust motes collide into each other; you didn't blink, 'cause you didn't want to miss a second of the naturally occurring phenomenons but your eyes grew heavy and blinked the moment away as two tears. You look at the time, you still have fifteen minutes before you get up. You look at your cell phone, hoping against hope that he has messaged or called, but he hasn't. You check your mail, waiting for the job reply you have applied for, but there are emails only from facebook. Yesterday, you cried your heart open to a Stranger. A stranger so beautiful, whose voice so heart breaking-ly sweet, that you couldn't contain yourself any longer of the truth. Yes, lying was a mean of getting through people a...

Distance has grown, land and oceans in between now. Silence keeps creeping in through the crevices and tiny slit openings, like the cold wind through window sills. Significant words,thoughts and things left unsaid, captured on pieces of paper, that get crushed in your fist and are thrown into the bin; morally degraded and thrown away. Moisture in your eyes is lachrymal fluid, till it pours down from the medial and lateral corners, and becomes tears. " jo chalak jai wuh ansoo" . Spending the nights in obscure wakefulness, hunger pangs being controlled with medicines. That is when it's easy finding you. Memories that are now shattered and laced with ache, that is where you are. In the black, she finds you, where you are hers, and hers alone. Just to make it through another day, for you.

3 days. 3 nights. 72 hours. Eaten Objects = 2 2 biscuits. Drinks = 25 20 cups of tea. 5 glasses of 7up Slept = .. None. I WANT TO CURL IN MY BED AND SLEEP. 72 holy Hours. I feel the earth is shaking. Major test. Chapters coming four. Done how many? Half a chapter Why not studying now? Brain is dead. Dead. daed. *pouts* *cries* *opens book. stares at page* and then? *cries some more*

Every time you sit down to write, words evade you, leaving you with no idea of how to put everything down. Several things happening at the same time, time flying so fast, yet the moment you hate, lasting longer than what you can handle. The blood rushing down your arms, oozing out like a water fountain and staining your white clothes maroon. Sitting and helplessly thinking, who to blame it on? Thinks of you, thinks of them, thinks of self. Yes, self, is the problem. Loathing you and yet vulnerably loving you entirely, faking smiles and saying yes we're okay. Who cares? She's been high all week, travelling on the cloud without having any notion of time or the people around. Just you and you're silence. Silence that permeates through your skin and speaks to you of the truth. You can't feel it, you can only think it. You come back to your senses, too much time has been lost and now you feel the pain of all the things that you've sat and thought about. You don't th...