Illusion.

Reblogging/ re-posting this, because my reach ( along with visibility of blog to people) and will to write here, is messed. I once heard someone say The world inside your head is barren, But I brush that thought away For who they are to think they know. The spring came but I failed to fixContinue reading “Illusion.”

// 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 asContinue reading “// of fears and discouragement//”

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, tryContinue reading “The art of holding on”

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 peopleContinue 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 upliftContinue reading “Aftermath.”

This one’s for You.

I know heartbreak, It live in my veins, I hear my blood shout. It took the colours out of my rainbow, Tried to turn my heart inside out . When my heart was hanging mid air I forced myself to swallow the ink, Somehow my sky managed to stay yellow All my words and pagesContinue reading “This one’s for You.”

An uncertain journey

The thought of bleeding and running out of love is what makes the pen fall still, Even though we can always paint the sky yellow, but the fear that others never will. We always look for the spring without trying to learn the cold beauty of snow, Why choose the abandoned cracks to hide whenContinue reading “An uncertain journey”