I wake up today in the afternoon
and I feel light as a bird.
A lot of weight was
keeping me from moving forward.
I can feel that that weight is now
lifted off of my shoulders.
Continue readingI wake up today in the afternoon
and I feel light as a bird.
A lot of weight was
keeping me from moving forward.
I can feel that that weight is now
lifted off of my shoulders.
Continue readingI do not believe in happy endings. I haven’t seen them, not so much that I start to believe in them. Like others, hopelessness is an emotion too. Feel it until you can’t anymore.
Turn into a baby again.
Roll over your torso.
When did we grow up?
What was the need to do so?
I am in a fright towards who I was in the past. Everyone and everything could affect me. I used to cry silently. I was bullied and laughed at by all the people of my age in the primary and secondary classes without any fault of mine. This experience transformed me into a premature person. Hence, now I can also connect, reciprocate and communicate with the ones who understand the patterns of life.
I want to leave this place
though it’s not an escape.
I’m no longer running in the race
to badge the all rounder’s cape.
There are days when I cry
though I don’t even know why.
My soul is tired.
Something keeps diminishing its fire.
No inspiration to write,
experiencing writer’s block,
pen’s nib stuck on a spot
remaining in that state so immobile.
It is the lullaby of a child
but also the adult’s song.
It makes your heart mild
but your build strong.
There’s a silence in this crowd.
I can feel it in intervals
before the crowd is flooded more
with its novel arrivals.
Start with a clean slate.
Shrug off any regret.
Let the past be where it should rest.
Write a new story—fresh and your best.