// of fears and discouragement//

The times are hard and my fears keep getting worse. In these fleeting moments, there are things I‘m scared of and care about.And then, there’s me.I’m my greatest accomplishment. I crave attention and validation from myself and write long paragraphs with weird rhythms to make sense of things around.I like to think of myself as… Continue reading // of fears and discouragement//

A lot

You try to hide your womenin thin threads of colourcastand religion.You hide thembehind the shatteredceilings of your sin.And you tell them“It’s for your protection”. You stop womenfrom going out,meeting people,and cover thethick khol of their eyesand you tell them“this is because I love you”. You beat your womenfor having a voice,a right,an opinion,revolutionary sight.and you… Continue reading A lot

The art of holding on

Holding on doesn’t always have to be about people or the stained memories, it’s more complex than what we know. I often leave my poems and pause midway to reminisce the fleeting moments, to find you there once again, which apparently has become my favourite thing to do.I always try to find my face there, try… Continue reading The art of holding on

Hope

It’s raining almost every second day,and I’m learning to bloom from the earth,From life less branches to bed of dead leaves,something inside of me is telling me to know my worth. Sun is always shining over mountainsstill, there is this darkness in the woods,dripping down the lifeless branchesin a way only hope could. My mind… Continue reading Hope

Let them be

This constant pressure someone feeling that they are entitled to talk to you daily can be draining ( and can break the bonds too). When going through things, the most creative people can also run out of words and the answer to every question can be nothing more than “okay”. We keep checking on people… Continue reading Let them be

Aftermath.

Hey you guys. Please stay home and stay safe. Wash your hands often and save water too. ______________________________________ When people started to stay home were learning to untangle their heart, All the healing took over pain it was beautiful to see them reading and making art. Some met their demons while others danced to uplift… Continue reading Aftermath.

Tell me?

Lately, I have been feeling so pissed at world and my head seems full of rants, probably not going to talk about that to someone. So I guess I’m starting to write them down here. ___________________________________________ I have been called pretty, beautiful and all the things someone want to hear, but I don’t want to… Continue reading Tell me?

Mirrors

Mirror, mirror on the wall. I asked her about the heart with a hole. Empty eyes were actually screaming, scared of nightmares and daydreaming. Four hours she didn’t speak, A powerful soul, within a body so weak. Instead of healing, she keep choosing pain, Stuck in labyrinth of loss and gain. ~Mermaid~

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