I am a teen.
I am teen. I crave the opposite gender. Crave for the right cradle of a body into which I will fit in perfectly. A body which will make me whole. I feel pain in the absence of love. I feel longing at the sight of lovers. I feel melancholic due to my shattered dreams. Why do we paint such fake stories - Idealized, perfect, made for each other's? Why do we make it harder for everyone else, To live in this world alone. I am a lonely teenager. I only crave for more. ~Soukarni Barai 22nd March 2016 8:40pm IST


















