When your own, disown You… When the chase towards you, becomes, footsteps in a distant… When you reach out only to be left out… When you heal… Read more “Lone-ton”
Midnight memories•••#1
So lost in the goings of life. Didn’t realize, it was a thriller in rise. Too much to soon. Too much yet to less. But with a… Read more “Midnight memories•••#1”
Just a few lines…#48
When life wants you to Cry. Smile. Mock life in it’s face. And remember, one day, you shall rule the human race● ~ Aishwarya Singh
Stories Scribbled on Sunday. #34
Getting lost in a book to escape getting lost in thoughts…In thoughts of You. Because. Fiction is so much better than friction, between Us● ~ Aishwarya Singh
Stories Scribbled on Sunday. #33
Painted my wishes, our memories. Painted Us on glass so delicate yet beautiful. Only to be shattered, by the painting itself. ~Aishwarya Singh
Stories Scribbled on Sunday. #33
Precious are they who give you bitter wounds that make you strong. Than those who blow sweet kisses of poison that slowly tear you down● ~Aishwarya Singh
Stories Scribbled on Sunday. #32
When you realize what was, was only in your head. When reality never existed, it was nightmare in a pretty disguise and you, just had a wild… Read more “Stories Scribbled on Sunday. #32”
