Feels of My Soul

And unlike many other people in this world. I am still awake by this part of the night bewildered and baffled by the numerous mystified ‘ifs’ and ‘whys’ to comfort my dismayed soul. I am not sad upon why the other multitudes are gathering their conscience in their sleep. I don’t even care about being … More Feels of My Soul

Feels of My Eyes

The way those eyes look I am constantly trying to act very gentle without the use of emoticons. I try my hardest to lubricate innocence from my eyes and end up batting the corner of my eyes to people with a draining look. Sometimes I am a begone narcissist. And until today, even I have not … More Feels of My Eyes

Feels of My Instinct

There’s a reason my instinct never allows my heart to feel low about things that ain’t true. There’s a reason why I feel too much. I want to feel that feeling of being loved, being desired and beyond all the circumstantial feelings of this tryst between us, I want someone to look into the corneal … More Feels of My Instinct

Feels of My Mind

You are as ordinary as any other person in your life is. Not that you own any superpower, but you just can’t own a thing for a long period of time. And success is that which remains forever. Not that which is snatched away at death. Relentless, you think you are the only supreme being … More Feels of My Mind

Feels of my Diary

The thing is that I get demented by the lies of people. I don’t want people to sign into their accounts every day to read what I write. I don’t want to impress people even. If you are nice to people, be it either through your actions or words, people will get impressed gradually. And … More Feels of my Diary