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?

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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?

Sunday 🌼

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. ♥️