You make me do, Something I don’t want to, Hurting me everyday, For something I never intended to do. Why then it makes me feel so bad,...

I try to fix, My broken heart, With band aids and sticky tape. I wonder how long, Will I have to change, The dressings, To see a brand...

Tell me, Why do you hurt me, The way you hurt me, With your eyes lying, And your words speaking, Of truths, We don’t deserve to listen....

Only few things get me through bad days. Prateek Kuhad’s songs. A perfect cup of tea. The clouds. Poetry. Today, None have worked. The...

The first knife hits hard on the heart. Jolting me backwards, To a pain that I’d already seen coming. The second knife is expected. I...

One day, you will be tired of holding all the sadness in the cavity of your rib cage. One day, you will let it all out unknowingly in the...

I’m crumbling in pieces, From the heat, That hate has. I’m crumbling in pieces, From the cold, Your heart is. I’m crumbling in pieces,...

I know I don’t want to write about you, I’ve been told not to write about you, But whenever I tend to write about anything, It is you who...

You made lots of promises to me. Promises which you kept. All of them. Only if you could break just one of them. Just one. You promised...

It seems so difficult for someone who has her heart on her sleeve every time to find true love. Each time she meets someone, she thinks,...

Some closures come when you least expect them to come. It comes on a busy sunny afternoon in the middle of something important. Not when...

Heartbreak comes in installments. One when you realize your heart is breaking. Second when it is close enough to be broken. Third when it...