From @textuallyhorny : That morning mist was mystique. The night passed, silently and suddenly. My two-day-stubble & vacuum within - searching the sun through the frosted glass window. Memories and dreams, alive yet stagnant. Maybe it was love, maybe not. Around me, burnt cigar butts… one still glowing. Spilled scotch. Broken glass. And my foggy spectacles. Love alms.
From @vivekisms: Everything lay broken. Lifeless. It dawned on him much later. Why was it like this? Why did it have to be this way? The residue was there. Hiding in the shadows. The crystal vase she hurled at him when she left. The anger couldn’t be contained. Happiness felt like broken glass in his mouth. Soon.
From @nonsensified: Funny, how the oblivion leads you to believe in the illusion of perfection. One moment you are in the ecstasy of surreal love and then, life happens. One cut is all it takes. To forget. To hurt. To let loose. Pain induces pleasure. It’s time to let the second wine glass shatter on the floor.
From @violinraindrops : We are born alone and are to die alone. Why does love make us dependant on someone? Rain always made me feel better. It was raining that day as well. Hurrying up the staircase he suddenly stopped, leaned in to kiss me. Now I wonder what happened. All I am now is an empty glass.
From @akshayabansal : "In the dumpster lay a crystal glass which caught the eye of a destitute man. A merchant's wrath broke its stand, but what a novelty it seemed to this emaciated man. Passerby's sneered, quizzical looks appeared, but it always resounded with a 'clink' from generous hands. An invaluable treasure befitting a worthy man."
From @floydianbrahman : Thirty-six pieces of glass trinkets we painted and bound together to make our own chandelier. She loved the way it bathed the room in a myriad of colors. I loved the way she danced in the rainbow of smiles. A kaleidoscope of memories in flip of a switch. It's going to be a long night.
From @Freelosopher : Hung by the legs, the cops had pummelled him for twenty minutes. His swaying body, bloody mouth, parched throat and blurry vision fixed upon a glass on the table, half filled with water. "People are mistaken", he thought. "They shouldn't be bothered about the glass being half full or half empty. Just drink the water."
From @themodestninja : He could see himself in him so much. The way he walked, the way he talked. The way he smiled and the way he cried. Just a little teasing and he would stay cross with you for days. Nothing could oppose his authority in the house. Fortunately or unfortunately, he saw himself in his child.
From @gauravjagwani : The pessimist’s glass was half full. The optimist’s glass was half empty. I kept thinking which one was more like me. The answer lies within me. It lies within us all for that matter. I am the half empty full glass. Drink me up, why do you ask? Fill me up, just do your task.