Aftermath

Not before you feel a catastrophe ,

Somewhere in your mind;

The time when you feel lost,

Without really knowing what you have lost-

A part of you, or may be the touch,

Someone familiar and really close,

Seems not to be them anymore;

That is the aftermath of something tragic,

A story which broke its track somewhere in between.

 

 

 

 

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Perfume -microtale

She could smell his perfume on his wrinkled shirt , she stole from his wardrobe . As days passed into years. His scent began to fade as did her memories with him.

Come back

Well this is a shout out for my own story Harappa’s lost seal. Two years back I wrote it and now I am reconstructing it with more details on Wattpad. I am not sure if anyone of you are wattapaders here, you can even check out the link through browsers.

If you really want to visit the prehistoric era of Indus Valley, then check it out. Lol it seems like I’m pleading. I guess I’m doing that. But I really need your help there.

Please don’t just like it for the sake of liking, check it out.

I think you’d like this story: “Harappa’s Lost Seal” by meloheart on Wattpad https://my.w.tt/UiNb/tWreaoeVsK

Thank you

Today I would like to thank all my friends and followers, who had been with me throughout the blogging journey. It’s more than two years now, I started with zero followers, which has now reached more than 500. I know the followers list is not huge, but I am still happy. I want to say that you all are important for me. Yes, there are times when I don’t post anything for long periods and yet the next time I post something, you guys stop by and put ‘likes’ or ‘comments’ for it. The simple gesture makes me happy. Thanks a lot , all of you.

Have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.

Shout out

I think you’d like this story: “Thoughts and feels ” by wipedoutaliens on Wattpad https://my.w.tt/UiNb/kBQ40HwiRI. Okay well it’s a shout out for a friend in wattpad.She has written, these amazing poems. I really like them. If any of you are wattpad users.Kindly visit the page thank you.

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A few years after , he left her

“Hey, how are you doing”? he asked her.

“Better than before”, she replied.

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“Why can’t we be together?” he asked her.

“Because it’s better to stay apart and being in love than to be near and feel the pain”, she replied.

Something amiss

Amidst  the celebrations something always remains amiss

Can’t understand what I’m missing -your greetings or the morning kiss?

Nothing can replace the love that you had for me,

Yet I try to find that in fragments from people , which in their eyes I get to see.

I pray to lord you look over as my angel from the sky;

For without it I will not be able to imagine a destination beautiful and high.

Lies

She didn’t know how to stop her feelings,

Something felt heavy in her chest,

Air being torn away from her lungs,

Was it what he said?

Did he not love her a tad bit?

Just took whatever he wanted from her body-

He felt she deserved better;

Why couldn’t he realise it before asking her out,

Before making her fall for him,

Or was it because she wasn’t that good-

She was confused, what did she lack in?

Wanting her wellness her first lover stepped away,

Could he not realise how hurt she would be?

Yet she stayed strong , her mind wandered ;

May be the face didn’t allure him,

She tried a make over, yet everything went futile,

This went on, until he came ad she was ready to move on,

Yet since it was her life, all her hopes went crushing again,

She realised may be her body did allure men,

But it was never her heart, she was meant to be a trollop,

A woman who couldn’t be loved,

Yes, she didn’t show it, but her heart cried ;

Promised not to make her cry, yet weren’t these promises all lies.

 

 

Guilty or not

 

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I’m trying to move on, trying to be happy;

You told me I deserved a better man, to be loved

The job is really tedious, makes me feel sick,

Yet I’m trying quite hard to make it work-

I feel guilty though, because I still see you ,

I can see an imprint of you on him , guilt rises within me;

Feels like I cheated on you and him,

Did the guilt eat up as well, when you had me , but were with her?