Dear WordPress family,
A confession
Thousands of words and hundreds of verses for the world out there to read,
and all this while its been my need.
And today I’d confess of not being a poet or a ‘writer’
but rather a fighter.
Now before you indulge in this cringy rhyme
let me lay this for you..
every now and then when life seems to get a bit much… my soul turns into a battle field and every emotion on the run find its way on the paper like blood flowing out of a wound on a cotton gauze.
And if my words touches any readers,
Dear you , I admire you for being brave enough to have acknowledged your struggles or kind enough to understand mine.
Thankyou 🙂
Sunday Musings
Muse 1
Choices or not ?
Would you rather
use your lifesavings to repair your beloved but broken old home
or
build a new one?
pick up the shattered pieces of your favorite frame off the floor and in process cut your fingers
or
buy a new one and walk past the old pieces, even if it hurts your feet?
Not one of them..
A thousand little daggers
piercing my heart,
Countless tries to pluck them apart
Not one of them turns into an art.
Flaky…
IC : pinterest
Does this make sense to you ?
All our lives, at some point or other (sometimes too often) we all have wanted to be someone else,
and I say its okay,
for you must know
‘who you are’
to- be-wanting
to be be someone else.
I hope you know that ?
You know that right?
