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//
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
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
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
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
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.
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?
Like clouds and rain we are supposed to let go pain. It’s said not to dwell on past but does mind ever stop? They command you to walk on betrayal then talk about hope. I know you’re running out of patience and have been there myself, I too am tired of hearing songs of disguised… Continue reading Brave
I belong to this world or maybe I am the world or just a void in space, whatever it is, some days I am so full of life, feels like I could give birth to million galaxies and swallow down the burning meteoroids or maybe save everyone from existential crisis. When I see someone suffering,… Continue reading Phoenix
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~