Hardik Rustagi
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The Picture…

The pictures,Like fine paper,With ink prints on it,Or like light waves,Travelling to your eyes,Seeping deep into your eyes,Right to your brain,Striking right where your thoughts are,Crushing memories,Breaking right to your heart. The pictures,Being so simple,Yet they make your heart pound.…

Who We Are… What We Are…

Woke up for work after a long holiday,Stepped out of room for fresh air,Shit, what happened to its quality? Taking out the car out of the garage,The mirror while looking back for view said,“Its all a mirage”.Had it on the…

My Heart

My heart, Wrapped in a cocoon, Bundled in feelings, Mixed together, Like the colours on the wings of a butterfly. My heart, Grown out of a caterpillar, Creeping on the ground, Travelling on an uncertain journey, Evolving out in a mess in which…

Unheard Screams

I like to cause pain to myself, but not by knives or a blade, but by words and faith. I like to cause pain to myself, but not by blood and tears, but by pen and fears. I like to…