In eyes around, I try to see The light I hope, could shine on me. Yes, all light divine passes through, But it dies in me too. A black hole, a dark sink My soul, a poem in Purgatory's ink. Sweet Heaven ever so beguiling Beckoning me from afar, half pitying, half smiling. A shimmer … Continue reading The Life in Purgatory.
Today, someone told me how the following line captures their essence. "Being able to receive love always comes with the constant fear of whether you would hurt them. " I will not ponder over this in personal concern with the speaker(I may comment on it a tad bit though. Bear with me). I shall share … Continue reading Dear Diary,
Dear Diary, I don't know what exactly triggered my current state. But I knew that it was almost time for a deep dive into misery again. I've been having a good couple of weeks. So naturally, it was bound to take this grave turn. I feel alone. I feel terribly and utterly alone. I've dropped … Continue reading A break.
I walked up three flights of stairs. To my left and right were doors. Which is his room? I stood confused. But then the door on the right opened and there he was. "I thought I heard you. " He gestured, inviting me in. I sat down on the other edge of his bed. He … Continue reading A tryst with lust.
Dear Diary, Lately I've been feeling like all the words in the world have been said. Or in my case, written. It's like I've been hollowed out. Do I really have nothing more to give? Is this all there is to me? There is no constant whirring in my head that I obsessively rant on … Continue reading
You ask me why I look at you? The way I do? My eyes gleaming in this hue The only feeling I've felt so true? It's 'cause darling I have never been Been home before, And now that I'm here with you I've found my home in you. I never belonged, Never fit beside them. … Continue reading Home.
Dear diary, A couple weeks ago, I decided to conform to the very standards I have loathed all my life. You ask me why? To be adored, or in better words-validated, as a woman of beauty. I shall forever be regretful of my actions that day. I decided to wax. Ridiculous you'd say!You'd think I'm … Continue reading One-size-fits-all.
Dear Diary, Indian parents, have a general tendency to assume that their children live a life of bliss. I'm not a child anymore, even then, my mother tells me I have no responsibilities, no pressures! All I have to do is study or work. In short, it is impossible for anything to leave me fazed, … Continue reading Well being.
Dear Diary, Sometimes I get this overwhelming feeling. Well.. That's not true. I feel it most of the times. Not occasionally. I feel like there is no place on this great colossal Earth, where I could possibly belong. I often find myself digging into my past, to see if I ever belonged anywhere. It's not … Continue reading Misfit.
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Misfit 