What if poems could be symphonies, and people their orchestra? June 16, 2015. But I, none other; too what reason for. Than to save a self from its own descent,. Who amidst drunkards and harlots spoke. Of the virtue in wine, the vices of a virgin. But I, before faith; falling prey to burgeon,. Bearing the bastards of our heaven as yolk,. Of remorse; a thistle and solace; its garden. I give unto ye, then unto ye I surrender.

Words are nothing but tidy blots. Dear Mom and Dad,. I know that I screwed up, and I know that you would not be proud of me and for that, I am extremely sorry. I do not know how to cope with the embarrassment, and I want nothing more than to free myself from it. Suicide seems to be the only way out. Dear Mom and Dad,. Mom, it is you that I have disappointed the most. I am extremely ashamed to throw all the love you have sh.

Iss Pyaar Ko Kya Naam Doon. A Collection of Tales by Choti. A Prologue, of Sorts. Comments, are by no means required- silent readers are always welcome! But they are greatly appreciated. After all, these stories are for you, and if you are not enjoying them, then my work is pointless. I do hope you will press the like button as a silent method of appreciation, if you cannot find the words to express yourself.