At night, when everything goes quiet, why does your mind get louder? The room feels full even when I’m alone. I stop moving— but something doesn’t.
By Rohit Kalsariya a day ago in Poets
I walk through rooms I’ve never left, echoes of conversations that never happened crowd the corners of my mind. Thoughts coil like smoke, tangling, choking, each one a whisper of what I wanted to say— but didn’t.
By Rohit Kalsariya 3 days ago in Poets
One summer evening, after the rain, I saw a rainbow ease the pain. Each shade, a story, bold and bright— A promise made of love and light.
By Rohit Kalsariya about a year ago in Poets
Beneath the floor, a whisper calls, A shiver creeping through the walls. It claws, it gnashes, waits in vain, To feast upon the soul's sweet pain.
By Rohit Kalsariya about a year ago in Horror
A bond is formed, a quiet thread, Through shared words and paths we tread. In laughter’s glow, in tears we find, The gentle weaving of hearts combined.
