Memories are companion of life, without its life is an empty box.

Memories of my Beloved

Today the sky is also changing colours to help me in recalling those old and beautiful memories. Blue hues in the sky remind me of the memories I spent with my beloved when we were together in the mornings. Morning filled with freshness, the view of her – open hair dampened in water.

Overthinking can lead to depression.

Worried

Worried me in some minutes
As clock’s hands move
Rotation after rotation
Hence, overthinking was proved.

From nights to mornings our emotions and energy travels in whole journey.

From Nights to Mornings

I remember when I slept everything was so silent and dead. I was so stressed and sad. I had a bad day and a bad evening completely messed up. All alone I was in bed with tears, my tissues and some anxious breaths. I was breathing but choking too.

Respect other's no, otherwise no one will accept your' yes.

Saying No

Hundreds of honks
Too much of mourns
Free roamers around
Satirical situations
She is Devi but no proud

Being lonely means being only. Time when one is alone.

Loneliness

With the cracks
of your earnestness
I can see the locked doors;
all around you
barren but crucial walls;

Self-confidence is very important what if it gets lost because of harassment.

Acid Splash: – Penetration of Slow Poison

Page flipped…
In a Crematorium crowded by people in white. Grief and sorrow were ruling over that funeral rite. Near the burning dead body of her father, she was standing deadly in front of my sight. Her head was covered with a white wrinkled dupatta.

Sometimes it's hard to breathe even when we are alive.

Hard to Breathe

It’s hard to breathe sometimes
But I am writing to catch my breath,
In lamentable couple of minutes and hours
My eyes turn so heavy to blink,
Seeds of happy dandelion
Touched me many times,

Anxious silence

Anxious Silence

No freedom, no rights…
Listening to something
Something horrible
Yes, it is that only
Juggle is not
Key to success
It’s just a process

Waiting for someone is very difficult.

Waiting

In a waiting room
Fingers grasping a shroud,
Ay, shroud of moments
When I was happy as a Clam,
Ah, so what? Now you have
Skin all burnt…

Welcome challenges perfection will follow it as companion.

Roasted Colour

Roast yourself every day, you will love its strong colour on you. Divya's Canvas To know more about this, what author wants to say in this quote, please click here.

She is Angella so what? Her journey is not less than her enemy.

Journey Of an Angella

In deep darkness, in the silence,
I found myself sparkling, with some brilliance;
In the warmth and the secure ride,
In the stomach of my mother of life;