Her name is innocence and she doesn’t know what to do. She is lost, emotionally unstable. Her insides are midnight and her outsides are dawn.

She is glowing, darkness doesn’t understand why. One night darkness touches her and still, she remains immune, her insides don’t get any darker but her outsides became glower. She was so lost, but darkness always followed her for some reason.

Her emotions were like a burning hot pot of stew. The stove was on a medium range. The stew, bubbling and burning, but not spilling out.

Everything was a mess. Darkness touched her every night, but she didn’t say anything, she let it touch her. She didn’t know what to say.

Every day she stared at the mindless souls walking by, judging each and everyone. She wondered why she was so lonely.

She was sitting with a group of mindless souls, but she still felt lonely, her eyes soulless, pitch black emotions haunting her.

She let the darkness consume her slowly. It was a parasite feeding on her. She didn’t fight, she just let it consume her, innocently.

-TM xx


Art work by: Konstantin Makovsky – Tamara and Demon





“You are inseparable”, a person said another said “you’ll never make it”. But they knew,   they knew their love for each other, but they knew they wouldn’t last.

They were perfect for each other. Almost too perfect, fate bought them together and then pulled them apart. Playing a sick game with the young naive souls, she was so broken!

They kept fighting. She knew what he meant to her, he knew what he meant to her. He was always too afraid.

Too afraid to admit it, scared it would become real if he did. She let his passion touch her heart. She let him in, only to push him back out again.

She was confused herself, she didn’t know what to do with the foolish child of love nagging her heart. She was lost.

                                                             – TM xx

Pale Blue



She sat on her bed wondering, lost in her own thoughts.

she stares out of the window. A loud boom is heard by her ears. Those ears, significant to her whole body, without them she would be someone different, maybe someone better.

Those ears have heard a variety of things. They have heard her family’s infectious laughter of love. They have heard her parents sharing sweet words to each other. They have heard her little siblings squabbling. But those ears don’t get to hear that music anymore.

It is almost as if the people in the house are not people anymore, they are just robots all fixed and rigid, doing what they are supposed to do, their life is perfunctory. Now all her ears hear is the loud and clear thunder.

The monsoon season is here. It is known as the season of romance and love. But not in this house. Instead of bringing happiness, laughter, love, it dulls the house. The house is to be a home once, but not anymore. The only light during monsoon used to be the light of the smiles of the family, so luminous, but now even that has vanished, wiped out and not seen again by that dreadful house.

The girl’s ears ache to hear the sound of the music again, she has forgotten what it is like to feel complete.She misses her home.

She is sitting by the window with her pale blue journal in her hands, writing her life away,she is scared of the thunder.She wishes that the thunder would stop and her house would feel like a home again.

  – TM xxx



A Labyrinth of Hearts (Part II)


I came from the purgatory expecting to find heaven, but this alien place was neither heaven nor hell, instead it was a concoction of both. I asked a Boy and a Girl, “Where is the way out?”, and they said, “there is no way out, this is where you want to be” , She looked at me, her eyes filled with sorrow and pain and said “There is no way out of the Labyrinth of Hearts”. The boy looked at me with maliciousness in his eyes, something about his eyes made me feel safe yet so small and weak. Something about the way his lips moved was so deliciously dangerous. At that moment I knew, I knew that this would be the best thing that happens to me and the thing that will also ruin me.

I stayed for almost five years but now I am back to start again, in the purgatory, feeling so lost that I can’t even find my way back home.

– TM xx


A Labyrinth of Hearts

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You broke my heart, but you don’t care

why would you? Why would it bother you?

the only person who is bothered by it is me.

Was I wrong to feel something for you.

Was I wrong for having any hope

towards you. Was I wrong for having

any hope for us?

Was I wrong for falling in love.

You broke My Heart, and had the

gut to tell me you have your heart

for someone else. When all along

I only longed for a simple friendship.

                                                                          – TM xx