She can be fire by the ocean Tides by the sea She is an artful rumination A flower longing its bumblebee She can be a young gun Nothing to break her, no She can be a free soul Built of start dusts and hopes She can be wild Yet a child at heart She's all about that light That tears darkness apart
Feeling so impatient Running train of thoughts Planning and unplanning Those that we abort Unusual the feeling Heart racing a marathon Gut wrenching distress What’s going on? Sitting right up To slip through the pillow Only chemicals None that mellows Such an edgy soul On cloudy summer noon Some days are like that For some they return too soon
I often contemplate the past then go about ruminating the future as if everything could last I hum and haw to the musings then fast forward to a dark vestige in search of broken wings It's much of a wandering this time is so perfect to write about imperfect endings
I have too many shits to give already I don’t intend to give no more Gone is the time when every little critique Pricked me right to the core I burn in fumes for a second It pinches as it should Yet I don’t let myself succumb to it I save my fuel for the good I remember the time I’d waste Over guilts, mind at war I rather be calm than impulsive I know it’s not worth anymore I’m trying to overlook harsh words When it haunts back too loud I put them in a poem Someday I’d read out aloud I know there’s no ill intention But words are powerful my friend They cut through and heal They're everything you do or don’t intend
I don’t know This ain’t new This strong endorsement That I have for you I mean I open your chat Enter the text box I have so many things to say Connect all those dots I run back to my pages To structure my thoughts But they still lay impatient Scuffling to unbox I close my eyes It’s the same old smile I came too far for this Need to walk an extra mile You are in my search list I don’t like to archive You are in the records I would play while I drive I gush through anecdotes That I wish were true You are my affirmation When I’m misconstrued You are the trophy Won in toughest battles You are the treasures I need to build my castle I still don’t know It’s been more than an hour I’ve got so much to say Maybe next time, with some flowers
Ever felt the pressure? 'Give-up songs' in repeat? For I have lately been In places I've never foreseen In darkness that is now comfortable In nothingness that's now sweet
“Life is difficult. I had never expected it to be so beautiful and yet so brutal at the same time. Sometimes, I feel like ending. First, because I believe I have had my best, that there’s no more good left to feel, or experience. The best has already happened, and anything less would be injustice to myself.
Nothing can replace ‘the best’, right? And anything you get next, is like a compromise, it’s like the second best, it’s like less. And I do not want less. I do not want the next. I just need the best!
I do not wish to be explicit; I just want to pour out what it feels tonight. My greatest of fears is advancing. It feels like someone’s putting a knife on your chest, and you bleed tears, and yet you smile, because you must! It’s like imagining yourself destroying lives and then thinking that the world could do better off without you.
I just wanted to write this down, because this will stay, these emotions are strong enough to make a firm presence. I wish to come back to it, after years and see if it made sense, my fears and how my future self is going to face it. I just want to tell her, this will end. Life is just too small for the sufferings to last longer than you deserve to be in. I love you a lot, I love the person you are, and I love what you have done. I know it all, and it does make sense.”
PS: I have felt this way and to anyone feeling the same, I just want to tell you, I love you, you’re precious. Things will be good. They’ve been for me. And they’ll be good for you too :’)
Nobody has an inch of idea Of the amount of pain she carries Beneath her cheerful smile And the jolly laughs The way she spreads the love Like molten magma That fills up the earth Replacing the voids in us Dear darling be strong Cause you're what I get strength from Smile and walk ahead Be a surviver in this brutal world
PS: Wrote this last Dec, for my friend Shruti, who wanted to talk to her Dad. She had lost him a few months back then.
You might have had the worst day like things didn't go as planned like head hurts terribly yet you advance for it's all about commitment to the work you signed up for It's okay to sometimes defend yourself for the inability to reach that mark but if you're really committed you'd move mountains to reach that far
I choose colourful pictures because these are candy days I've got an ocean to outpour a zillion emotions to save I've a colossal stretch of work many books awaiting to be read Thoughts to share and people to meet but work is probably insane Don't confound my occupied schedule as I compare it with candy days Days like these I love Days like these keep me sane