I need to take a breakfrom the achethat is building in my headI need to go to bedI keep tossing and turningBurning and churningfrom the arguments floatingin a vicious circle, gloatingvoices boiling my insecuritiesinto a smoke of obscenitiesThe moonlight seeps through the curtainsspewing shadows of personson the plain and blank wallsresurrecting the callsI received from …
Afternoon tea
Featured image by fotografierende from Pexels glasses sliding off my nose skidding until the tip the scent from my tea rose more enjoyable with a sip moody weather feet on white feather sitting on leather looking at my rose wither i close my eyes thinking about the time i made pies covered with key lime …
A day in the life of..
I wake up feeling drained and on the edge Feeling fingers poking at me Followed by being jostled by someone I fall off the edge getting hit on my head I am instantly helped up and forced to perform with low energy and bruises and aches, all over my body My view of my surroundings …
Demons of nightmare or reality?
Happiness is a set of lines of code defined by society as a set number of if and else statements with a uniform result for everyone which is 100% absurd.
My understanding of the 3 levels of self-awareness
"Becoming self-aware does not happen overnight. After a while of going through life like a robot, you meet people and experience events that make you question yourself, and that makes you think about your status quo."
rest…then come back
Here is my take on how I get out of my bouts of anxiety...
Regret
All choices have a cost to them.. let's always try to make the best one based on what makes us happy and go out of our comfort zone...
Mother Earth
Here is a tribute to Mother Earth on the occasion of World Environment Day.
The Journey of Nostalgia(2)
Desolate, sad, dilapidated Ironclad and rusty Weeds growing Pebbles crunching Under the feet Railway tracks Mingling and intertwined Electrical lines Linked to poles Linearly and parallelly Covering distances Between star-crossed lovers Seeing each other Never really reaching each other Broken pieces Concrete and raw Canals and bridges Smothered with grime Flooding acrimoniously With sewage and …
The Journey of Nostalgia (1)
We texted We spoke The words we felt and held In our hearts and souls We kissed We told Our bodies and our hearts The sensations we felt The feelings we understood We travelled We explored Nature in its finesse The trees spoke My tresses flowed We ran We jumped Swooning under the moon Diving …