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.
Choices or not ?
Would you rather
use your lifesavings to repair your beloved but broken old home
build a new one?
pick up the shattered pieces of your favorite frame off the floor and in process cut your fingers
buy a new one and walk past the old pieces, even if it hurts your feet?
Continue reading “Sunday Musings”
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 be someone else.
I hope you know that ?
You know that right?
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I’d happily replace the word ‘Sunday’ with memories, for my dad used to take me to garden and we would count all the sunflowers and everytime, he would count one extra. ♥️
Baat zara batao mujhe ..
Nafrat ke kaafilo mai diye jalakar
roshni ka aelaan kaise kar rahe ho ?
Continue reading “Hate for hate ?”
It was just drizzling and I wanted to step outside.
But somehow, I coudnt.
I was looking for someone to give me a little push,
even tho I never needed one when I was little.
Time took from me the courage to offer myself to the rain.
Now it was
only thru the winds I dared, to touch the rain.