THE FORGOTTEN STORIES

  My therapist told me I have a big heart.  Little did she know that how crowded it is.  How there is not enough space for another sane idea.  It seems that the weeds are having a good time here,  Feeding on the garbage around,  Dancing at the wreckage of walls.  There are rooms with sad songs that are played on loop,  Rooms with multi-storage facilities for miscellaneous memories,  The congested small ones have the happy pieces of cakes,  With donuts and cupcakes served alongside.  Just because I don't know how to flirt,  There are rooms where I have locked up my crushes, in the very posture, I want to imagine them,  It's funny how they are thinking of their actual lovers.  The huge pool with waters from the leaking walls are stored,  Sometimes gets gory with less amount of attention.  I also have wetlands where some dear ones from the past,  Struggle in the poison of patriarchy and misogyny,  To which I don't give a damn.  The flowers in the garden are dried out,  The gam

Smitten by you, I was ascending to heaven from hell,  I could not find any pill to cure my pounding heart,  My mind is cleaned with waters of your charms,  And I fell into something that I should not have.  Every time you spell my name, I'm taken to the land of passion again, after years.  Every time you say goodbye, I see our eyes locking,  Our pupils struggle with embarrassment from unspoken emotions.  Every time I catch you looking at me,  I feel stupid, and Every time you talk to me, I do compare it with others.  A trail of first things are happening with me when I think of you, and I get erased into the four-dimensional world of entanglement.  My feelings are opaque in your presence to force you to look at me,  But it becomes transparent in my loneliness,  And takes the form of full-time fledged smiles,  Hovering above my room with wings.  What have you done to me?  This cannot happen and I will not reveal my feelings,  Unless you give the right signal.  All the signals that I

  Dear Gretta,     Your songs are like a poem that was long forgotten, that gives a dejavu everytime I listen to it. It  reminds me of New York City where you felt alone, where you were ditched by Dave and where you found yourself through Dan. You were never ready to compromise, you  were fully conscious of what you were doing and never doubted your own instincts. Even when you felt a connection with Dan, you helped Violet to reconnect with him, bringing out the beautiful guitarist in her, which eventually got him back to his family. Yet you smiled for being the reason behind reuniting Dan with his family, you smiled even when you knew that this would leave you all alone again. You gave yourself truly into your songs that you could not tolerate the loss of its essence, the mere commercialization of it.  You breathed music, danced and walked with it. Even when you knew that those are fleeting moments, the moments in New York City where every song in your playlist gave meanings to every

  Bonjour, enchanté. If you love Paris and its fashion, then Emily in Paris is for you. The new Netflix series is a mixture of romance, friendship, comedy, self-discovery, and a lot of fashion. It is undoubtedly every girl’s desire to visit Paris once in their lifetime and be a part of the city’s incredible culture. Well, Emily in Paris helps you to fulfill this desire to a great extend virtually. Binge-watching the ten episodes will get you right in Emily’s apartment and be a silent viewer of her problems. The culture clash that Emily experiences take us to the life of French people who unlike Americans ‘work to live’ and love the French movies which portray the tragic aspect of real-life without creating the fairy tale to give unnecessary hope to people. Created by Darren Star the maker of Beverly Hills, 90210, Sex and the City, and many other shows and produced by Lilly Collins herself and others, the series offers you the best quarantine watch. Lilly Collins, who plays the eponymou

Horror is lurking behind every moment of darkness, Seeming to be human, we cannot distinguish you from Grendel. We see no Beowulfs coming to rip off your arms that aid you well. When every closed door warns us, Every stare seems to map our bodies, Every vehicle appears to follow us, Every touch seems to warn us, You, cultured and well behaved, You are the light of the day, You are the Lord of the people, Who metamorphose into damned dangers  At the end of the day. Your venomous fangs go in search of  Prey, You wait in the darkness with twinkling eyes, Admiring the power of your hands, That can open up hearts, And show the uncultured your worth.  After every hunting, the sycophants who surround you, Kiss your hands and touch your feet. They wash your dirt and make your bed. They cure your sickness by gifting you scepters. Making you invisible, they uproot every Beowulfs to ensure your reign. Thus you flourish, never to die but to hunt and haunt. And behind your house, we see a pile of d

  I see General Madness cracking open, He oozes out as a pulp from a laceration, He flows down the streets to places and people unknown. He would crawl up new landings  and conquers them like he did to mine years ago. Some years back, he invaded my city of Head, Which was on the verge of destruction by the civil war, Between the groups of experiences and sorrows. When General Madness came, the two creepy groups united, made him their leader. For years I carried a nuclear explosion in my head. He was indifferent to the curves of my cursive letters, And produced scribbles of a toddler, sending out misinformation. He conducted minor explosions,  assuring the solidarity of other inmates of my Land. But most times, Capt. Heart from the left quarters was a rebel, He filed verbal and written complaints in vain. He persuaded the Lady Mouth  to utter things unknown and uncouth. She seemed an elegant lady outside, with a smile, she was confident of, Her son was Sir Gland who ran a liquid factory

What will you do if you get to know your future in advance? Will you change it or will you live with it? But life is not always a bed of roses, there would be thorns in between. Most of us would try to amend or alter the unhappy events that are supposed to happen, provided we know our future. Even so, are you sure that things would change? What if the amendments that we make would eventually lead to an unhappy situation that was supposed to occur in the first place? It takes a lot of courage and perseverance to lead your life without making any alterations even when you know what is about to happen. This is what the movie Arrival tells us.  In the movie directed by Denis Villeneuve, the beautiful Amy Adams becomes the center of attention with her expressive eyes and exceptional acting. This Sci-fi movie revolves around a dozen of extraterrestrial spacecraft that silently appeared and started hovering over disparate locations around the Earth. Adams plays the role of Dr.Louise Banks wh