Watching

I sometimes sit on the fence and watch my family go about their daily chores. I see my mother play with my offspring and siblings. How I miss the way she’d caress my neck, and tell me I was the prettiest furball of all! I know she cries and misses me, but I hope she

Magic

A Time Will come When all will Make sense and the Magic will unveil itself whole. GloPoWriMo 2021 / NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 7 – https://www.napowrimo.net/day-seven-7/

Seagull

I may seem alone but the wind has always been carrying me through. GloPoWriMo 2021 / NaPowriMo 2021 Day 6 – https://www.napowrimo.net/1942-2/ / https://www.penguin.co.uk/articles/2017/little-women-quotes.html

Transylvania

Of fairytales and wonders, my world seemed bright but lacked lustre. I alone understood. I thought daylight was our savior but we perished in its brilliance, Candlelight was more soothing. I loved and longed for darkness. There was no respite. The only choice was to live in hiding and end all ties with the outside.

Sunday lights

Another weekend slips by. The feeling of wanting to do everything But really just sitting still. Scrolling through everyone’s perfect lives While my neighbours do the same With sleep replaced by neon lights. GloPoWriMo 2021 / NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 4 – https://www.napowrimo.net/ , https://twitter.com/SpaceLiminalBot/status/1378756182471553034/photo/1

Lavender

From wooden thoughts and greased dreams; I now live in a lavender state of mind. GloPoWriMo 2021 / NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 3 – https://www.napowrimo.net/

Choices

I once had a conversation about decision and indecision. What would happen if one chose not to make a choice? Is it better to remain oblivious? To be in constant oscillation? Or finally stop at a random destination? Chocolate or vanilla? Love or friendship? Truth or fiction? I never really got an answer. But that

Mind

My mind is a world of its own. A personality and probably, even a soul. It tells me what’s on the outside. What I feel, taste, smell and see. Though I never really know What is truly within. Exploding lights, helium dreams, Silent films and lotus cream. Sometimes I wonder If I really even have

A Letter to Me at 17

Dear Me at 17, I wish I could tell you everything  Went according to plan; That you’re exactly where  You thought you’d be. I wish I could tell you It gets better…. It doesn’t. You realise what you thought You wanted, wasn’t it; That you find love, only To be heartbroken again. You lose people,

Coffee with Death

I had coffee with Death once He…she….they, told me, “I wish people would stop Thinking of me. Of cursing me… Or worse…romanticising me. Life wishes the same too. We both just want to be. We don’t think of any of you. Neither cheer nor complain If our work has gone better or worse. But YOU!