I Wrote A Song about You

By Devina  The night grows old and another day is born.  I stay still on my bed, stirring my mind slowly.  Asking questions, this and that, why and what.  Can’t blame the heart for mentioning your name,  Remembering how you might have burned me.  So I grab my pen and paper, and I start pouring…

When Samson Fell

And I ask myself again, is this really strength? Refusing to let anyone in, not telling anyone how I truly feel, and keeping so many secrets to myself? Is this what strength is like? What doesn’t kill you, only makes you stronger, or so I believe. Betrayal after betrayal will only make me stronger. It’s…

Chained to Love

  She felt hurt, broken – as if the mirror that carried her reflection had fallen, scattering into a thousand pieces. It was the first time she felt truly crushed – as if the ‘others’ didn’t do their jobs to prepare her for the ache her heart feels. How could one become so vulnerable at…

Last Words

by Devina At times when I am scared for my life, no, not because I fear death, but other things I might miss… I will go back and trace every word spoken to everyone who matters to me. What was the last thing I said to them? Was it “See ya later”? Was it “I…

The Red Thread is Broken Before it Wholly Unites

  A misunderstanding and all contacts banished. Decent words translated with callous feelings at inappropriate times.  The recreation of both feelings are under repair. The relation is tarnished by each self. Neither pride admits fault. Neither pride tries. The little red thread is broken even before it wholly unites. A relation is thrown in the bowels…