Written in Stars

“But why do you run away from life and every moment that can make you feel something?”
I stare at her blankly, not giving away my fears. I look into her eyes that are already pinned on me. She speaks nothing but sits with a face that is demanding answers. Continue reading “Written in Stars”


And the stories are never different.
We are always suffering from a fever
And mumbling the same lines
Over and over and over again.
Some days the temperature runs high
And we start picturing
All those little things we always wanted
All those unkept promises
Unsaid words.
Then there are the days when
This fever puts us in a bizarre numbness
When we can’t feel, we can’t touch.
Every hand feels the same, every eyes watery
All the birthmarks
Bearing the same stories of some last life.
And we keep repeating.
We keep chanting.
Losing our sanity every day
Yet trying to grasp the meaning of it all.
And failing all the more.