HudaFatima

When you aren’t looking, I stare at your figure.

There is no time cap on how long before you will feel normal again after a loss to death.

The ride through the pain and grief over loss to death is chaotic and dreadful. People leave for a different unreachable world but death lives every day right infront of your eye through their absence

They say love melts the heavy weight, so here I’m waiting for mine to find me.

No amount of my words and my description of him will do justice, he is so picturesque. I get entangled so swiftly.

Perhaps we all hope for a love which makes our heart less heavy.

The best part about writing is that - You can, without fear, paint anyone you fancy with your big and small words.

When you are smitten by someone, you chicken out! No matter how confident you are, but infront of that one person; it’s like - I don’t even know who I am

Either you can let your tears take a hold on you or you can fight them back but at the end, you both face defeat because it wasn’t about you two; it was about you resisting that ache.

In the process of losing so much, I gained one biggest thing. I gained clearance. Clearance of thought and sight.

If you can give out one thing, teach others to be strong even in the face of their desire to end their own life.

The noise of my tears break the silence of another October evening without her.