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Dear uncertainty
Dear uncertainty ,Strange things can happen when faced with adversityAt this stage , i am looking at you with all urgency,I wish a superman could have saved that aeroplane,But thanks to you , it’s forever etched in my memory lane,The rain god’s took out all their bashAnd we took the crash,And everything happened in such a…
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Death
I write poetry with a clear head, and my blogs are potentially written when I am vulnerable.Now, I guess I am vulnerable and overthinking, so that definitely calls for a blog.For me, writing as a memory is associated with my mother, because she taught me how to write, and so writing on this topic makes…
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Hate comments
Growing up, I have always been in the spotlight, with competitions and my writing. Envy felt like a part of my life, and I got used to it. Nothing could break me. Perks of growing up in an Indian household with aunties and relatives being on your back the whole time!But yesterday and today, I…
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Nyctophile
With colours so tangy and bright,Why do i feel there’s no light,woven in the darkness,Maybe i am ,What the society terms me a mess,The imperfect me by the perfect them,Like a plant to the stem,I often wonder,the game of pretendence,Isn’t it a blunder,yet we are in its root,To criticise and to loot.The self esteem and…
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Weaklings
A camouflage of thoughts so deep,why do people sleep?With so many secrets buried deep,Being it forever theirs to keep,They say whatever they sow they reap,Yet everything and nothing makes them weep,They make themselves strong to take the leap,Building castles when they count the sheep,Not letting the darkness to creep,Yet it claws onto the flesh so…
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Why did I stop writing?
This week was ideally one of my good weeks. This blog of mine took off really well, and I have you guys to thank for that!I had started blogging years ago and earned decent money from it too,gained a massive following but then I decided to delete it one fine morning.Yes I was dumb .But…
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Questions
It’s like life is teaching me the same lesson.Different chapters, but always the same question,Is there something for which to strive for perfection?Is it okay to be ordinary and not be an exception?All the questions haunted me, and I stood at an interception.felt like I was running in circles with no satisfaction.I was functioning with…
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Shadows
I have always lived in the shadows,Not on the pedestal not on meadows,Hiding from the spotlight, wherever the light goes,Pulling down the shutters on my windows,I crucified my tomorrow not believing in magical rainbows,Because I knew , as tomorrow comes , my darkness grows. Being alone , with so many unknowns ,Amidst friends and foes,Looking…
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Book review – Ugly love
Ugly Love is a contemporary romance that follows the story of Tate Collins and Miles Archer. Tate has just moved to San Francisco to fulfill her dream of becoming a nurse, while Miles is a pilot haunted by his past. They meet when Tate moves in with her brother, who is also Miles’ neighbor. Despite…
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Poem – Doubts
People found me disturbing ,Subhuman and annoying,Yet I was being my unapologetic self,Completely sarcastic and enjoying,I wish it was so Till my fears and paranoia came crawlingAll the voices which told me i was never enoughMy shortcomings which I couldn’t seeWas screaming at me reminding me everyday I wasn’t enough,The pain , past and agony…