A letter to my 1st love

So this goes for the 1st love of my life. Dear love, Sometimes I wish I were the comfy quilt in the chilled winter night so that you would have embraced me like you never really did. Or sometimes I wish I were the little puppy of yours that sometimes cries when it hurts and…

– of him

We named love, A-L-W-A-Y-S. Every time I would ask, “There?” he replied- “Always”, as if it were a TFIOS scene. “Okay?” “Okay! ” His lips were on mine that day, licking, and the one you call lip lock made me all nervous and the flashbacks of past- those vivid pictures, kept flashing in front of…

I fear people

i fear people for the fear of getting judged by them never leaves. i fear people because the replies i get for not replying to their “hi” and “hello” messages funckin’ kills me. i fear people, for i lack the art of choosing right ones and sometimes they choose the wrong person in me. i…

A letter to my dad

Dear daddy, 8 years right? It has been eight years since the black and white columns and rows accompanied with soldiers, kings, queens and much more still stare at me in a very strange way and ask me, “Do you remember the last time you played with us?” Oh! My king still irritates me with…