You give me a non-judgmental space. You don’t mock me for who I am. I feel pampered and safe with you. You don’t burden me with your unrealistic expectations. I have a feeling of comfort and permanence with you. I am truly happy when I am around you. You are honest. I can trust you. I can sleep in your arms without any worries. You make me feel like a child who is carefree and loved (maybe, the love that I never received with my biological parents but you are not their replacement). You bring peace to me. This is what I feel when I imagine about you and me together.
Just talk to me
for as long as you want,
tell me what are the things that haunt
your mind and pull you towards jealousy.
Am I awake? My eyes are certainly open. My fingers are tapping on the screen and typing the letters. I can feel the air…..a little bit, maybe. Oh yes! I can. My hair is moving. I am holding the mobile in my hands. I can see the door of my room slightly open. My father just passed by and left it like that. My head is aching a bit. The light seems dim. The fan is emitting cool air. Am I awake or is this a dream?
Why is it always that when my mind, body and spirit are completely exhausted, a new opportunity knocks at my door, ready to test me and when I have the zeal and energy, I can spot none of it?
Sometimes, people who you are born and brought up with create more than necessary trouble in your life. I had to record my song today, which I did with a lot of hassle because I committed a mistake.
All that I ask for is to not fight for what I deserve, for the basic things like respect, job, equality because obviously, it is an unnecessary fight. These are my rights as an individual. I shouldn’t have to fight to be able to attain them. I have been arguing since my childhood and its enough and irritating now. I have always been capable enough to know what is best for me and work towards getting that opportunity. If you cannot support me, do not count the problems in front of me and just walk your own way.
Kali is black because she is the universe herself. She is the creator, preserver and the destroyer. She is the ultimate, the personification of power and everything. She manifests herself and all the rest and can destroy all of it too. All and nothing are the same. Black is the colour of nothingness. Black is complete in itself. Black is the original. So, why do you use black as a derogatory term and have classified it as a race altogether?
I love to see you speak, attend meetings, be busy, walk, do crazy things, make faces, breathe—you know, just the basic things you do. You look really sexy when you do what you do. Your face is like the moon.
I put my hands on my ears.
Due to the sensory overload, I am tired
and not ready for new opportunities.
I hear, my breaths sound like the waves of the sea.
On the divine realm,
Shiv and Shakti had three children.
Then, we came to the Earth
and we heard rumours about us—