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“In hearts like thine ne'er may I hold a place Till I renounce all sense, all shame, all grace” - Lord Byron

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    Take all those empty lone letters,
    Mess them up; put them together
    Give them some space, some life
    Let them mean something.
    A poem, a story, or maybe
    a memory,

    -Krish






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  • krishnega 1w

    Tell me what it feels like to have someone, who’ll walk out the door, to give you your space and time, to cry your heart out.
    Does knowing that there is someone, patiently waiting to hold you, set things right?
    Tell me, because I’ve been standing here for ages, but hasn’t heard from her, yet.

    -Krish

  • krishnega 1w

    It’s painful to watch
    how some parents struggle
    to give equal servings of love
    to their very own children;
    But to watch them not make the effort
    Makes me doubt their heart itself.



    -Krish

  • krishnega 1w

    We all feel weak
    and helpless
    When pain chooses
    someone we love.


    -Krish

  • krishnega 1w

    But if we pretend
    like it never happened,
    we’d most likely
    put ourselves through it,
    all over again.


    -Krish

  • krishnega 1w

    #personalfavwrites
    Thought you’ll might like this.
    @okayckay @iamjass

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    Dear Rumi,
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    You know, it’s getting harder everyday. The date is near, and our experiments haven’t given any expected results. I feel the fear, pain and pressure on my head. We are beginning to think, that our hypothesis might be wrong. Remember, when I told you about this new Gene we will be working on, and all the things we could do, if everything went right. Well, I don’t know where we are getting to, with this thing.

    We’ve all been doing everything we can, working late hours, reading articles and researching for reasons; we’ve lost track of the days, no breaks, no birthday parties, no weekend treks, all we know is, we haven’t got much time and this isn’t any good.

    You know sometimes, I feel like this will take me my whole life before I get something out of it; there’s too high a chance, that my life’s work may be a decade too late. But what scares me the most is, the price I’ll have to pay.

    I’ve changed so much since I walked into this; Most of the nights, I’m too exhausted to lie sleepless, and even if lie awake, I don’t have much memories to count. Maybe, the past has forgotten me, because I’ve lost many people. Because I once chose to forgo many chances of making memories, quieted myself, accepted my choices all in the name of my passion... I can’t pinky promise if the latter is true, but I think it is.

    I chant a lot of prayers these days; but no, I don’t call upon the angels. I have no life left, for any faith or trust. I think I’m doing it out of habit. My mother would love seeing me do my prayers. I miss her. I miss her so much. One of these days, I’ll probably quit my purpose and all my reasons and run into her arms. She’s getting old, and I don’t think, I’ve many days either. I can’t really die before I feel her warmth for at least one more time.

    Over the last few weeks, I’ve been trying to get in contact with my sister, but I couldn’t. The last time we spoke, she said she had uninstalled all the social media apps, because she was upset with herself, over not getting anywhere in life. I was on call for more than an hour, and it was her, complaining the whole time. I haven’t heard from her since then. Maybe she wanted me then; but I just hoped she would get stronger and successful by herself. I was either naive and stupid, or, rude and heartless.

    Recently, I found that my best friend married her soulmate. She must be happy. I don’t really know, I didn’t attend her wedding, nor call her any time late. We actually stopped hanging out, when she fell in love with this guy; quite a lot seem to have happened and she kept me in the dark, until after graduation, everybody got a sniff of it. After that, I don’t know if we really drifted apart, or we had raised a wall, but somehow, it wasn’t the same.

    There’s one thing that hasn’t changed through all these years; yes, I’m still writing. I don’t give much time to appreciations and critics, for which they call me names, and say that I don’t qualify to be a known writer. That’s okay, it doesn’t really matter. But someone recently told me how, I shouldn’t give up on writing, and that I’m good at it. It was a bit funny, because I write from my life, and my life isn’t even teeny good, or any worthy of being written. I wonder if half truth was always this gorgeous.


    ©krishnega | 17 May 2019

  • krishnega 1w

    An old but favourite post of mine.

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    Memories drowned me,
    Before I had learnt to swim.
    But it drained deep within
    Before I could taste a sip.
    I’m starving and full
    Of those that’ll be
    forever mine.


    ©krishnega

  • krishnega 1w

    She was like the sky
    Never out of sight, but
    Ever out of reach.

    -Krish




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  • krishnega 1w

    For, all the souls
    who think one life
    is far too less
    They write stories.

    For, all the souls
    who think this world
    is far too small
    They dare dream.

    -Krish

  • krishnega 2w

    Whosoever stabs,
    Trust dies.


    -Krish