Melancholic Spells
Introduction
Name : Ayushi Roy
Age : 19
Previous Work:
Earlier I had been writing for magazines here in Kolkata, like TTIS.
I have had interest in writing always.I prefer expressing utmost via less lines. So here is a piece of my work, hope to be liked by all.
Blog: soulsqueal.blogspot.com
Email ID: ayushiroy97@yahoo.in
Strange
"It's not about what we've got,
But about what we make of it"
They say.
Well,
How can someone make a castle
Of sand,
and live in it.
Strange.
Palace
Finally.
THE DAY had arrived.
Tears rolled down her face,
She left her Palace.
The King of Hearts would now be devoid ,
Of the platonic love.
Change
Today:
You're changed and I'm broken.
Tomorrow:
I'll change and you won't bother.
Change.
Being the only Quotidian.
Pietas Heart
There is something about the,
Winters.
It arrives giving relief
And leaves ,
With cold harsh footprints.
Along the physical realm,
Even the inner tranquillity,
Has to bear with seasons.
The warmth of Love,
Being tested by the Icy Swirls.
Pietas Heart.
Love
He loved her ,
Like no other soul could.
Little did he know,
Hers was Love*
*conditions applied
Distances
As the clocks ticked,
Distances fell apart.
They knew time had never been a factor,
To test their ,
Self-less :
Yet devoid of the feel:
Love.
