Comments Posted By Isha
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sugar sweet.. sometimes its sour. sometimes its used to add flavor and taste and in some other situations it is used to cure mild illnesses. what is sweet to one can be soury to another. it all depends on the mind and thinking of a single person.
what do we individually think about syrups.
» Posted By isha On 05.04.2016 @ 12:01 am
tear drops all soaked up on her pillow
been awake all night
weeping for the lost one
waiting for one last hope
» Posted By isha On 07.15.2015 @ 4:09 am
My thoughts, and dreams and aspirations
My brain flooded with emotions of all sorts
» Posted By isha On 07.11.2015 @ 10:50 pm
Knockoff between both of us.
» Posted By Isha On 03.02.2015 @ 3:55 am
My dad used to say that the point of life is to contribute something to the society.
I used to believe it. But not any more.
I want a life of my own. Free and happy.
» Posted By Isha On 03.01.2015 @ 9:06 am
As I brewed the coffee, the strong, bitter, nutty aromas wafted around the kitchen; reminded me of our mornings together.
» Posted By Isha On 02.28.2015 @ 12:29 am
Memories. Disappearing. Start. Stop. Lights. Very bright. Spinning Round and round. And round. And round. AND ROUND.
» Posted By Isha On 11.14.2014 @ 11:23 pm
You are the one that I have chosen to spend my life with.
Don’t know why. Don’t know how. Don’t know when.
» Posted By Isha On 12.08.2013 @ 3:50 am
My hero. My love. Ever since I met you, no one else is worth thinking about….
» Posted By Isha On 11.16.2013 @ 4:48 am
Memories. Happy and sad. Make me wistful.
» Posted By Isha On 07.08.2013 @ 12:38 am
I just got reminded of my sister you know. I miss her. This is the first time I am gonna be away from her in 21 years. That’s sad.
» Posted By Isha On 06.01.2013 @ 9:40 pm
You know, you think things are really straight. Simple. Easy.
You think Life is straight, simple and easy.
Its not. Its Oblique and Crooked and Curvy.
» Posted By Isha On 05.29.2013 @ 2:54 am
I feel like i am delving deeper into life and its mysteries. But I don’t understand it. I dont understand anything. I feel lost.
» Posted By Isha On 05.27.2013 @ 8:21 pm
Shattered glass. It reflects light beautifully you know. Makes great photography.
I had taken pics once. When i was with YOU. such small moments I remember, its not even funny.
» Posted By Isha On 05.26.2013 @ 8:54 pm
Spilled secrets and long conversations. Light hearts that can make you fly. We can communicate. Thats BIG you know. BIG. I guess thats why I love talking to you.
» Posted By Isha On 05.26.2013 @ 4:58 am
You know those white fluffy cloud tails that jet planes leave behind? They are formed in the stratosphere. With water droplets that too. Isn’t that nice?:)
» Posted By Isha On 05.24.2013 @ 11:32 pm
clout. bout. trout. gout. ohmygawd. cant find anymore rhyming words. :/
» Posted By Isha On 05.23.2013 @ 7:12 pm
A stream of air. Wind blowing through my hair. On my face. Eyes closed.
» Posted By Isha On 05.17.2013 @ 11:02 pm
Rocker. Stud. Cool. Dude. Piercings. Mohawks.
» Posted By Isha On 05.16.2013 @ 4:53 am
Wafer thin slices of potatoes. Crispy. Salty. Pepper. My anti-depressant. Yum.
» Posted By Isha On 05.23.2013 @ 9:04 am
Shoulder to cry on. Sleep on. Snuggle into. All and everything reminds me of you.
» Posted By Isha On 05.15.2013 @ 6:07 am
Treaties are important to the foundation of any civilization. They are a testament to the goodwill of humanity. A treaty is ultimately a symbol of compromise, a symbol that represents our ability to come to common ground without completely destroying one another.
» Posted By Isha On 06.05.2012 @ 9:52 pm
I’ve been to camp so many times. Well, it wasn’t camp. It was CTY. It was always those academic camps that you spent your summer learning stuff. I never went to normal kid camp. That’s the person I was. That’s the person I am. That’s the person I’ll always be. I’ll always go to the thing that’s better for my future. Camp was never just camp. I had a damn good time at “camp,” though.
» Posted By Isha On 05.04.2011 @ 6:15 pm
I have one book shelf in my house that holds around a hundred books. I’m so fond of this little piece of furniture in my house that I could die. Uh, and its made of wood, the color is a deep brown that looks like a cup of hot chocolate with glass holders in the front.
» Posted By Isha On 04.12.2011 @ 1:43 am
Her smile was barely perceptible beneath the layers of polite politics and broken dreams, encased by red curls and a gentle tired expression.
» Posted By Isha On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am
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» Posted By Isha On 10.17.2009 @ 10:44 pm