What was before is not coming back and what is left is hanging by threads. A stage where struggle seems necessary, but we fail to realise that… Read more “Accepting pain, an escape.”
Shhh…keep it Discreet đź‘„
Don’t simile in for the camera baby, smile in reality Don’t show your life to be fairytale perfect, make it fairytale perfect. Enjoy that wholesomely delicious food,… Read more “Shhh…keep it Discreet đź‘„”
Stories Scribbled on Sunday. #39
In all that lusty hot mess, you gently placed a kiss on my bare skin…
A breath that left me breathless.
And my being was left numbed of all sensations,
That kiss was all that remained,
one which was not just lust, but something felt and sensed by the soul.
A kiss that traced a mark, a mark on my memory and soul.
A beautiful scar that I till date adorn.
And I realised the difference between…
“Fuck” and “Making Love”
~Aishwarya Singh
Just a few lines…#81
Well all those fights nor not worth it when what you fought for was now faded and long gone. At times what’s destined to happened is not your best interests and changing that course, disprupts all creation. Leaving you in contemplation of you as a person.
~Aishwarya Singh
A complacent heart.
Vowed I would go through hell for you. But why even bother when what the vows stood for, doesn’t exist anymore. All this while the distant reality… Read more “A complacent heart.”
Pick your poison🕸
Eyes numb. Tear dried I stood. Knowing I had nothing to lose. Blood drained to the last drip. Lips iced and pale The whole universe inside my… Read more “Pick your poison🕸”
Just a few lines…#80
And it was not very soon that I realised, you were not a blessing but a curse in disguise.
~Aishwarya Singh
