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Dear daddy,

After all, there are things that death cannot touch.

Birthday excerpt ’21

There’s a lot of people who wished me but it feels so incomplete, your void howls at me. Although the sound of your laugh still echoes in my head even amidst all the chaos. In the past years, at midnight when the date changed, I saw this twinkle in your eyes when you wished me… Continue reading Birthday excerpt ’21

My excerpt pt.12

Have you ever felt torn between being complete yet totally void?

Fiction prose #2

The night has started to get a little too dark I gaze out of my window, it’s terrifying yet calm The full moon is hidden behind the clouds, it’s light deliquescent “Do you still like the stars?” He asks, standing beside me. “Don’t you?” I smile, not taking my eyes off the sky. “Not anymore.… Continue reading Fiction prose #2

My excerpt pt.11

I looked at the sky yesterday Different shades of red, purple and pink The birds were returning back to their nests And slowly, the world started fading away Taking away it’s beautiful melancholy The sky is now changing colors, I give myself away to it’s vastness, piece by piece I stared at it for a… Continue reading My excerpt pt.11

My excerpt pt.10

My sweet little girl, Where did you go? I have been searching for you for days You are nowhere on the way back home I went to the little ice cream shop that you love the most Brought home your favorite chocolate cookie cream Thought it would bring you back to me. Do you want… Continue reading My excerpt pt.10

My excerpt pt.9

I have been staring at the sky Trying to find answers Answers to questions unknown For sky, is endless And my heart, restless. I have been talking to the stars Trying to find cure for the painful but yet unknown scars For stars, listen to my stories even when I don’t speak Even when the… Continue reading My excerpt pt.9

You are the creator.

You have to understand, This life, it’s not just happening to you. You are the one creating it. -K. . . (Copyrighted work by Khushbu Luhar ’19)

My excerpt pt.8

Tell me about something… maybe a story. That your flesh is trying to hide but your bones are wanting to scream and some which are mixed deep within your blood, so perfectly, you forget about, a certain amount of times. And that, I am, keen to hear. -K. . . (Copyrighted work by Khushbu Luhar… Continue reading My excerpt pt.8

Love.

But love isn’t like that. Love doesn’t have to be out of the world. It doesn’t have to be extraordinary. It doesn’t always have to be the most romantic thing ever. Love doesn’t have to be over the top. Love doesn’t always have to be in fairy tales. Because, Love, can be found in most… Continue reading Love.

Paradise

The constellations which so elegantly reside in your eyes are nothing but a stargazer’s paradise. -K. . . © (Copyrighted work by Khushbu Luhar ’19.)

Weird, isn’t it?

Sometimes, just a meeting with one person is enough and sometimes, not even hundreds of meetings with someone else can give you that joy, that peace the other one gives you, no matter what. Weird it is, isn’t it?

It’s about time

It’s about time the water returns to the sea, after failing to kiss the shore It’s about time the night gets devoid of the light as along with faint light of the moon- it’s star is ready to intertwine It’s about time the books return to the hands who love to hold them, after having… Continue reading It’s about time

your smile

i never knew that just upon looking or even hearing the barely audible sound of someone smile, these eyes which once loved to gaze at the stars will only find peace when those magnificent whites of yours ignite, keeping even the indefinite beauty of the night aside. 23:59 24/4/19 -K. . . © (Copyrighted work… Continue reading your smile

मेरा अंश|pt7

ये जिंदगी के, दिन कितने कम है कितने हैं खुशियाँ, और कितने गम है पर इन सब में ही तो तू और मैं ढूँढते “हम” हैं ये प्यार भी बड़ा पागल सा है,नाराज़ तू है और बेचैन हम हैं। . . -K. © (Copyrighted work by Khushbu Luhar ’19.)

memories

you know why people never lose their memories even when they say that they don’t want them because deep buried inside their hearts they know that they are the only things they get to hold on to only things that won’t leave them when everybody else does. -K. . . © (Copyrighted work by Khushbu… Continue reading memories

My excerpt pt.5

Maybe in two years maybe in five maybe in ten and sometimes, maybe when you have no years left on stakes You realise that, not facing the problem only lets the problem have the audacity to look you in the face. You realise that maybe facing them was a better option and maybe conversating was… Continue reading My excerpt pt.5

Time.

I am going to hold on tightly to time As I in all my senses believe that The time will get me by. -K. . . © (Copyrighted work by Khushbu Luhar ’18.)

Don’t give up

Life Life was there with you From the very beginning Even before you saw this world with those little eyes Even before you learnt how to sit, crawl and walk Even before the first time you felt sad and cried in vain Even before someone left you and you heard the sound of your heart… Continue reading Don’t give up

Why

If there’s more love in letting go, then why don’t people fancy death?

Finite

You run out of everything, eventually.

Checkmate

Make your moves slow and steady, you never know which check will ultimately turnout to be the Checkmate. -K. . . © (Copyrighted work by Khushbu Luhar ’18.)

The void

You know you are in trouble When someone’s absence has your eyes filled with tears the whole time When everytime you have to smile, it feels like you might start crying Has that ever happened to you? If not, you are really lucky And If yes, then I am sorry I understand how it feels… Continue reading The void

My excerpt pt.4

You coaxed the sadness out of me But When you are not here The sadness coaxes me out of you. -K. . . © (Copyrighted work by Khushbu Luhar ’18.)

My excerpt pt.3

But it just It just always feels like I am starting to build up in a poetry I would rather keep untouched. -K. . . © (Copyrighted work by Khushbu Luhar ’18.)

A question.

Why is it that our lips and eyes never speak of the same thing? -K. . . © (Copyrighted work by Khushbu Luhar ’18.)

Always.

We are so close that, my eyes close as you fall asleep. Forever.

Just…

I get these moments when I have to lie down because everything feels sort of too much. And I look up and see the blue, or the grey, or the black, and I feel myself melting into it. And, for like a split second, I feel free and happy. Innocent. -TEOTFW.

Dawn: has come.

When the mind wanders so much and before you know it, the dawn has already come.

…

Dad always told me don’t you cry when you are down But mum there’s a tear every time that I blink (Supermarket flowers- Ed)

The Journey Begins!

Ello munchkins! I am Khushbu. 17 years young. A student who aspires to become a doctor in the future. Something about my likes- I like words but, they haven’t really been read before. And I love to look at the stars as you would probably know if you look at my profile. Also, I love… Continue reading The Journey Begins!