Hope. You all asked me to hope for good, to have faith, in me, in future. How could I have faith in something that kept deceiving me in the past. I always dreamt big, like you asked me to. I even worked hard for it, at least I think I did. Regardless of the monsters … Continue reading Wonderland?
I didn’t know if I could ever go back to poetry, To the homeliness of a beautiful metaphor, Can I pen down my thoughts anymore Or ever find another simile? Every time I feel a blank in my head, I panic. Every moment that I pause, I feel so sick, Every word I write, I … Continue reading A sonnet.
So what exactly is in my head? More than a year ago, I had posted an analysis-cum-confession on this very blog (it was deleted due to (vague-adjective) reasons). I am proud today, while I read it, that I had the stomach to post such a difficult confession up for the world to see. And now … Continue reading It’s all in your head!
She drowned the Valium down the throat, her head tingling with ideas but none of them in focus. She was ready to write the end of her book this morning. But now suddenly, everything just went blank. Her reddening eyes were wrinkled at the corners with the effort to focus, her head was throbbing, and … Continue reading The Blinking Cursor
Their legs hung over the edge of the cliff, teasing each other, giggling and throwing back their heads in laughter, the air cleansing their souls, and the echoes ringing in their ears, it was all so pure. The birds were about to fly back to their nests, the air had become cooler, and the clouds … Continue reading Silence
She woke up long back, Fighting the very first light, Rubbing her eyes, Hiding under the quilt, Avoiding the noise and light. She had been young for long, It was time for her to be strong. She worked her way up, Knowing not what was right or wrong But she learned, After all she was … Continue reading She Woke Up Long Back!
And the fire burns. It brightens the dark night, it kills, it takes life, it destroys. It burns further. Never extinguishing. It roars in the air. Up in the open, with nothing stopping it. Not the freezing cold night, not the waters from the storm, not the winds from the trees, nothing. It lives on … Continue reading The Fire Inside.