You are not DEAD

You are kind of a broken star inside me

Burning and killing me when I am trying to live

The memories I cherished once is haunting me now

I wish you could come and save me, as you always did.

You are like twilight in the sky ready to bloom

Your thoughts are alive I wished you would have been too.

I can feel your breath, your presence around me

I wish we meet upfront, so that I could see.

Bitter PAST

A friend of mine suddenly asked me that why do I write such post and blogs? Do you know it gives a negative impact, he said. Really? I never thought so. You most of the times rant about how you were wronged or you complain to the society. So? I wasn’t scared of what people might think of me. And I have full right to rant or complain or blabber or simply write. You don't like don't read. Yes I am rude. But rudeness come with boldness.