#nocturne.queued

when i let my mind unravel, when i step deeper into the abyss, in times of such terrors, I stand gutsy knowing you would be there to assist me.

the monsoon night was back, this soft peck of breeze on my cheeks, its delight seemed amiss. monsoons will never be the same without them

I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.

Change is scary and it's only natural. Growing up doesn't make you fear yourself, rather it's all about the fear of the unknown. It's normal to be scared in times such a these. You are not a coward for being scared but you are brave for at least accepting such a change, because at the end of the day change is the only constant.

Without music, life would be a mistake.

she was so refined and dignified but often she was peacefully silent. Oh I was so in love, not to realise things she never said was always there, lurking in her.

it's July, i have not written anything, it's raining but it seems the dried ink has morphed itself into an umbrella, the pen which once used to write odes to the season now it feels monsoon refuses to drench the shell i have become. shell of my own miseries

you uncover an odd affinity in yourself, a sentiment ineluctable to a man. this spirit fears the agony yet to come as it pushes the man away. Now, what can ye do more than reminisce past days of yore.