The fight


Its easy somedays to hide what’s crawling inside me and

on some days it comes out,

shamelessly,

in the open, leaving me drowned..

gasping for my breath

pulling me under, with its weight.

I fight.. I fight with all my might..

And then,

When I am done wrestling it to the ground ,

leaving behind that bloody hound,

I rise , I rise from the blood bath ,

and tell the world its all fine.

And then.. I add a smile. 

🙂

From me, to me ❤

Happy Birthday?

Just another year passing by in a jiffy.

It’s hard to admit that time passes by so quickly
One year ago, you never know what you were doing,and one year hence it’s the same damn thing all over again.
And How every year my heart is filled up to brim and questioning me every second , the day before the ‘special’ day,
Why do you want to celebrate?
Well to the heart and from the heart …
I dont know , why I should or should’nt be happy on my birthday. Surrounded by tonnes of wishes makes me more anxious than ever.
I ponder hard, on my achievements all thru the year. And maybe it takes just two seconds to count em all or some years just none.

But if I were to be real with you, dear heart,

every passing day in the last 365 days felt like little victories and I did celebrate everyday in some way or other.

And today, if you say, it’s just a reminder to be as I am and to live life in small moments everyday.
The rituals may or may not make me happy but the reminder does bring a smile on my face.
Today I take this courage to wish myself a ‘THANK YOU’

( Birthday blues are real..pheww)

Oh time, you are wicked!

Time is a concept so timeless, so eternal.
Yet, why sometimes I find it dull?
On some days it just speaks to me
Other, it’s just waiting to pass.
At times, I find myself wishing for ‘it’ to last,
Why does it always seems to favor the past?
But then who am I to question the endless authority of time,
for it is ‘precious’ and I am just a dime.
Time time an endless rhyme.
Its everything and nothing at the same time.
I bow to thee for it completes my rhyme in every line.
Time time an endless rhyme.

You are wicked.