Ummi Siddique A disturbing question: About the writer: Ummi Salma, is a 20 year old student from Nigeria. She mainly writes about things she has experienced in life and hasn’t been able to speak out about. Her writings, she describes are her voice and she makes wants them to be read and heard. To read more of her content : toosweetsite.wordpress.com Continue reading Guest Post
Sometimes when you act weird I shout at myself. I start to rethink about events that have passed. I feed my subconscious with heartbroken syrup of words. – and you know what is the worst thing i start doing- i stop loving you. Since last night i am searching of ways to calm my mind – but only storms are being born. No I have … Continue reading Let me fill you.
i sat with my mother narrating to her – a story i told her that some people are meant to not live in homes they take refuge on streets and one day they die. Continue reading
as he spoke i realized that you cannot fight their battles, all you are allowed to do is to guide them, stay with them, monitor their progress but you are forbidden to fight their problems. you can watch as a spectator and let things fall and rise, you can only let their trees bloom and flower and rot. but you cannot participate in their war. … Continue reading on taking others people’s lives
Sometimes when you know it isn’t going to be – your mind doesn’t feel anxious, your hands do not sweat, your heartbeat does not increase – you just be. accepting the integrity of the situation. Cause out of all the times- sometimes somethings are not meant to be. (what loving you did to me/ Pg 41.) excerpts from – let me fill you … Continue reading Let me fill you.
people only care about you till an extent, the minute you break their self worth, their self ammunition, their self esteem. from there on they stop showing up for you. i was wrong being a friend as rewarding as it is, teaches you everything you wish you’d never learn / see/ experience. you need to be trained how not to break my heart / or rip … Continue reading who’d you say, you were?
death, how lovely and sweet. the very first dialogue. i know what you were going through, and i don’t really know much – but i know you are right here with me. i do not feel that you are dead. i do not even know how that feels like, i just miss you. I can not see you, but i know you are here. i … Continue reading disjoint thoughts on death.
He stated that he wanted me to stay with him even when he denied. But I guess what he really meant was that he would build the boundary wall in such a way that no amount of patience would help me get across it. He plays clever. I play heart. (okay.bye.i’m sorry/ Pg 60.) excerpts from – let me fill you Click here to read … Continue reading Let me fill you.
Guest Post : Rishab Bansal Where there is love there is pain. It’s not about what you gain. It’s about loving someone again. Its about the ache in the heart not the brain. It’s about love all over again. It’s not about the kiss in the rain, but the love I have for you is not gonna change. Where there is love there is pain. … Continue reading Where there is love there is pain.
We live and love and die and miss and kiss and live and die and miss. excerpts from – let me fill you Click here to read “let me fill you” Continue reading