They say that honouring the pain is the most courageous way to learn the lesson of what the person was meant to teach. This is where my innate doubting Thomas is brought back to life and takes stock of whether or not you were the harbinger of this sole purpose in my life. I’m afraidContinueContinue reading “Y”
Monthly Archives: November 2022
Expectations
Why do we expectFrom people, situations, or lifeMaybe another intrinsic feature devised in humansWhich bounds one ineluctablyTriggering a skirmish betwixt brain and heart.While the brain testifies against expectationsCalling it a vicious circle,My heart pushes me towards it.Embracing the disappointments coming from itEffectuation of expectationsAnd my inner self gives an ecstatic sigh of satisfactionBut fails toContinueContinue reading “Expectations”
Four Square Walls
(Trigger warning: Mentions of sexual abuse) Four square walls,where affection calls.Not merely a roof and room but where her heart bloomed. Where he protected her,Vowed to guard her.She called it her ‘home.’ Protector became a predator,while this realization threatened her.Tears poured from her eyes,For her life was built on lies. Giving him a fake smile,He staredContinueContinue reading “Four Square Walls”
Love A Body
You don’t love me Because You cannot love a body. A body only for display, A body only to function. A body only to see, And a body only to please. A body with no smile, A body that tells no lie. A body devoid of laughter, A body only meant to be looked after. ContinueContinue reading “Love A Body”
Breakfast for Readers
Last night, I proudly declared that I would be making breakfast for my family the next day. I could see the well-grounded doubts trapped in the crease on their foreheads. The following morning, I headed to the kitchen, pretending I was a chef. I took out the diary I’d been keeping for years. It hadContinueContinue reading “Breakfast for Readers”
Cauldron of Thoughts
You need to have a room to yourself to explore your creative self and pen it down, as beautifully portrayed by Virginia Woolf, but that room has a window for me, and this window somehow symbolises the ideal, providing us with the ingredients for the cauldron. Lurking around the window, I take a sneak peekContinueContinue reading “Cauldron of Thoughts”
I Am Me, More Than Anyone Else
When I say I am fat, They say, “No, be flat.” When I say I am thin, They say, “Now you don’t have any skin. Change everything that you have within! When I say I have long, alluring hair, they say, “Cut it, as people will stare.” So, I cut my hair short. Now, theyContinueContinue reading “I Am Me, More Than Anyone Else”
Fugitive Illumination
Travelling amidst wretched chaosendeavouring to find my nichè,I found solace in celestial tranquility.Long did I scour eternal elation,oblivion to merciless agony. At long last, petrichor held me warmly,while I reminisced about the pieces of souvenir I made with them.Cogitation commenced, whilst I gazed at cerulean twilight.I beheld the camaraderie of leaves,that made the equanimous earthContinueContinue reading “Fugitive Illumination”
Remains Remain
Dreary ‘dears’ and clearer clears Parallel to the pallors. Sappy cessations, Abysmal inhalations. Pacing, piercing, and coursing beats Shaky knees and aching aches. Emptied chalices, Eerie malice is Drying dares in my Dying layers. Dusty tables of Rusty labels, Gaping holes and Needle-ss Nos. Deeper slits, Gushing gore Tapered to a tick. Longer sleeves HidingContinueContinue reading “Remains Remain”