What is pain?

When insomnia overtakes you, is that pain? When tears often roll down from your eyes, is that pain? When you stare emptiness so hard that you forget to blink, is that pain? When your pillow becomes your stage of action, is that pain? When your blanket becomes your residing shell, is that pain? When there're... Continue Reading →


Those were the Days

So hectic life is, don't get time to think upon, when some time comes to relax, wonderful moments come in a flash. I look back to those days; when

My Angel’s eyes

Though known only as her visionary organ. But as I justify God’s wonderful creation. Voluptuous ones forcing me look upon. Once noticed can not be withdrawn. Big ones with a colour of brown. For her enticing beauty not less than a crown. In which deep thoughts, inner feelings are shown. Which her lips can’t do... Continue Reading →


As far as the day I remember of my past Till date when I write this, Every moment is a memory. Inseparable part, invisible companion. People change, relationships break. Wheel of life, turns on new ways. Today, I am writing this. Tomorrow, it’ll also be in memories. I whenever make an attempt To portray these... Continue Reading →

I am waiting for you

Love, the unrestrained feeling in the world, The flea of emotions which everyone wants to hold. Repository ocean for the imaginative rivers. Accordant consequence for inter-dependent lovers. Definition varies manifestation changes. But the principal theory behind is eternal for ages.

Being Alone

Inelegant life without companions Days, as dull as ditch-water. Nights, as silent as graveyard. Feelings tarnish like drowned rat.


Who knows who gets the result of trust? Love, on a side while Mean society on the other. I’ll choose sorrow for myself To reconcile your world.

The No Response

I wanted him to stay there. I wanted him to look back. I wanted him to rush towards me. And hug me tightly to hold me in his warm embrace And never let me leave. But here was I thinking what I want And there was he leaving me far behind. It’s always the same;... Continue Reading →

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Kristen Twardowski

A Writer's Workshop