Is this really me?

Is this really me?This blurred cacophony of lines,And curves I see,When I look at the mirror! Smudges and broken edges,Of half-formed features, As the colors drain out of theUndefined bounds and intoThe void of Uncharted shadows. Is this really me?This tangled mess of stringsThat were once thoughts,That marked the way ahead! Going over and under,Abandoning …

The Choices.

Sometimes,You have an idea,Of how you want things to be,Of what you want from life,Of what you need to do ahead. Sometimes,You have answers,To all your your questions, To all doubts that plague,To every puzzle ever made. And sometimes,You are able to see,The glitters of the day,The light beyond the sunset,The odds fusing together. But …

A Strange Guy!

"What are you feeling now?" Soham rephrased the question for the tenth time in a span of the last fifteen minutes. And just like every other time, the face in front of him stayed mute, unmoved, uninterested in any question Soham had. The guy stared directly at Soham, his dark brown eyes glittering with a …