​Dear Ghost: 4

Dear Ghost, 

Your touch of cold misery 
still lingers

in my deepest memory. 

Your bitter laughter

still echoes

when all I could think of is peace. 

Though I try to run

far far away

where I wouldn’t see 

your footsteps; 

Far ahead of you, 

so I wouldn’t be trapped

in your shadow; 

so your darkness

would leave me alone–

You somehow get your way

back into my safe zone

stepping inside

that border

I drew 

with my faintest will

to keep you away; 

You somehow

find a way

to creep into the night

and invade my dreams

and turn it into nightmares; 

You still find a way

to make me feel




and unwanted. 

I smile 

and writhe in pain

all at the same time. 

But I shall run still

and build that wall

once again. 

A wall

You can’t break through; 

a wall

that shall crush you

the moment you dare

to even stare at it. 

A wall that 

shall keep me safe

from false hope

and deceitful smiles. 

I’d stay 

behind that wall

where I shall be free

from your toxic words. 

From this moment

to the eternal emptiness to come, 

I shall keep my self free

From your plausible trickery. 

City Lights

​Could I pretend 

you are all shooting stars

that fell from the vast sky? 

Then I’d utter a wish 

from one to the other

And believe 

you’d all consider 

granting that one single wish 

that I’d whisper all over again 

until one heeds my plea. 

Until then 

I shall keep wishing 

as you fascinate 

this lonely girl 

in a strange city.

Letters From Vier

Letters. They’re just letters. I might or might not send it. You might or might not read them. You might or might not want to write a response. Nonetheless, let me keep them. Let me scribble the words I could never say. Let me tell you what you should or should not know.  Just let me.

Let me write you a letter.

(Decided to create an fb page. Page name is on the title. You can visit if you’d like. Cheers!:))

Story of The Eternal Fidelity: Part 3

I had to check her blog just to make sure if there’s an update or not, ’cause it didn’t pop on my reader wall. Whhhyyyyy. Love it

Anamika Agnihotri


Don’t make me look at you amol. She said still looking at his beer glass.

Why? Are you hiding something? He asked.

No. I’m not. She replied.

Then look at me. He demanded.

And then she looked at him. His intense eyes were fixed on her face. She loved him. She always had. But she was afraid to let him to know that. She had her reasons. But now it was late.

I love it when you look at me. And I love it when you take your eyes off me after losing to me. He told her.

She blushed. And the adrenaline kicked in again.

He knows. She thought.

Let’s go back to hotel. It’s late. She said.

No its not. It’s just an hour since we arrived. He retorted.

I don’t feel like sitting here. I want to go back to my hotel room. She said.

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Yey! Someone talks about my stress reliever! 🙂

Thoughts Awakening

Rain- Sometimes, just the small drops or the heavy water fall leaves clear vision for people to observe the nature’s aspect..
Rain connects with individuals at an emotional level as it is often taken joyfully by people whose hearts are content with happiness. While others whose eyes are filled with dry tears of sorrow may take rain as a gloomy weather. It’s the dual perception which represents two different expressions towards the nature’s occurring. Some see rain as a blessing, a reason of rejoice, while for some it may act as a curse. Rain enhances the emotions one is going through, either happiness or sorrow. It lets one feel the nature& connect it with their current emotions..

P.S: Share your thoughts about rain& how you connect with it.


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Who We Love To Hate – Interactive Poetry

I admit I’ve been waiting for this and now I’m happy about it 🙂 Thanks Blair!

People, Things, and Life

Viera Reign (https://thoughtsofagirlnamedvierareign.wordpress.com/) gave me the words fear, love, like, and irony for my interactive poetry.

A lot of people claim to hate a person or group because of something they are or believe in, but what does that hatred stem from? Many times, it’s not the hatred of the person, but of their bravery for standing up for something that the other person is too afraid to accept.

Sometimes the iron
in the irony hits hard.
It’s no longer funny-
you’ve gone too far.

You take someone
you have never met
and laugh them away
like they don’t matter a bit.

You say that they’re weird,
stupid, and dumb
but you don’t know
where they’re coming from.

This indifference felt
by the people who judge
aren’t really that much different
there’s a reason for that grudge.

Sometimes the people
we love to hate
mirror our fears
of our…

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