In all my wishes
I wish you could feel my thumping heart every time you texted to tear me apart, saying you couldn’t come by after disrupting my time… Read More »In all my wishes
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You’re not weak
In a world where, once upon a time, some human gave way to who and what we’re meant to be night or day: You’re not… Read More »You’re not weak
Snow in July
The cows would come home, snowed in July, lilies bloom in the Sahara, the Nile gone dry before a single atom in your body learns… Read More »Snow in July
Chosen for you
Stay positive twenty-four seven Brush your teeth in case you stay a while Respect the law, follow the rules, society is king Pick a religion;… Read More »Chosen for you
Embrace the storyteller within
On a cloudy as on a starry night, eyes open wide the mystery, no more a secret, of the formation of the clouds intrigues me… Read More »Embrace the storyteller within
Anxiety – a sudden rush
Felt like a scream I couldn’t let out, a heartbeat too fast for a small breath chasing an anjali mudra to slow down My heart… Read More »Anxiety – a sudden rush
Bluer skies on winter nights
You know all that curiosity baggage that comes with the questions people make about why you don’t like something? And sometimes you don’t even quite… Read More »Bluer skies on winter nights
Failure to engage – a poem
You’re just there. Like a random person sitting across the bar, staring for hours but not engaging, only difference is you and I are no… Read More »Failure to engage – a poem
Growing Apart — in short
One day, you learn that life is just going to have a lot of inevitable turns. Then, it’ll take another day for you to accept… Read More »Growing Apart — in short
Not Weak Just Soft: a Poem
Not weak, just soft Not bitter, just hurt Not a pessimist, I learned Not lonely but armed with courage to step away from my own… Read More »Not Weak Just Soft: a Poem
I’m praying and I don’t even pray
A prayer is interpreted as a “humble request” to a higher power. It is closely linked to organized religions, but those of us who believe… Read More »I’m praying and I don’t even pray
Quest for Hardening a Soft Spot
Peeled eyes, clumsy hands stubborn heart, late at night can’t think right, so I write Confusion and fear over a million years that seem not… Read More »Quest for Hardening a Soft Spot