Moulii Khanna
A firm believer of roses and guns.π»
Hi,give a read to my blog nirvanic shades which is where i pen down my thoughts. Iβm a part time writer who writes for herself,for people like her and hers.
Also,I appreciate critics.
Hi,give a read to my blog nirvanic shades which is where i pen down my thoughts. Iβm a part time writer who writes for herself,for people like her and hers.
Also,I appreciate critics.
Itβs not happening the way it happens
Four in the morning
Scratching my ear
Stroking the hair
Pure silence
All i can hear is a noise
inside my head
which is coming from me,to me
I am invisible
invisible to the world
inside the four walls
only i know of the feeling of no feeling
feel love or assurance
because you have always been this way
lonely and crying
Minutes passing;
water running into the drain,
no one can listen
listen me screaming
or to the cigarette burning,
for in that moment
I am breathing
but i cannot see
cannot see anything
over the water in my eyes
As i lay down,
I feel nothing
but another day passing.