When I walk, I walk alone; The tenders of my feet caress these rough barren lands each night,and from what I knowmy tears, sometimes, water them; I doubt if they are fond of me,if they appreciate my presence,or, if they can’t stand me, can they? Do they despise watching me invade their previously unwavering abandonment?Do …
Shadows
What is hiding in the shadows?Who is this demon? How have I not crossed paths with it yet? I have been lurking around in this darkness since the dawn of this moonless night.Who is this ghoul that managed to save itself from my quest? Has my search been hasty? Have I missed some corners? I …
The One about Rains and Hearts
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wb3BwdBdUdY&feature=youtu.be I spilled colors on a rather blank canvas. They dripped off the edges, down in a puddle of water, giving colors to a rather blank sky… An illusion some people so need. Rains mark my favorite time of the year. Those few minutes of Earthen fragrances sent afloat by the happy soils… The beauty …
The one about Butterflies and Hope
Have you ever seen a butterfly grow out of her cocoon? Her wings are the first to greet the first Sun of her new life. Do you know why? It’s a victory ritual. A token to celebrate everything she survived. To celebrate all that made her into who she is now. The last of the …
To the one who is yet to bloom
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rpfaVFm5jaQ&feature=youtu.be To the one who is yet to bloom, I see you...You have waited! You stood your ground when the Earth began to shake, you swam through the roughest of waters, you held your home when a storm took everything away… you waited through all yet never yelled a single curse! I see you… and …
To the one who is afraid to heal…
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KONq0zK0ZPg&t=1s You know, our ego does this strange thing. It tries to build an identity around our traumas. It wears scars as badges of honor and flaunts them in front of carefree smiles. We define our worth from the tears we shed each day. Pain validates us, we go around collecting it just like a …
Sometimes I wonder…
Sometimes I wonder if the leaves have stopped rustling with you not being around. Did you take the wind away or is it just the silence you left behind? Flowers have wilted down, and those standing have lost their charm. Did you crush them under your spiteful steps or is it just the love you …
To the one who is yet to bloom
To the one who is yet to bloom, Sketch Credit: Gauri Walecha I see you...You have waited! You stood your ground when the Earth began to shake, you swam through the roughest of waters, you held your home when a storm took everything away… you waited through all yet never yelled a single curse! I …
You will heal…
Glass boxes don't sing lore to the warriors of freedom when the skies fall and the waters rise. But, skies don't fall and waters don't rise in vain; they sob in vile. There are a number of things that may conjure disdain into this world, but no other blade yearns to be struck with thunder …
Dear Anxiety,
I am drowning. There is a fire in my head and it’s stinging at the back of my throat. My feet weigh a hundred pounds and I am scared to take another step. My heart is dancing to its own rhythm, but, the beats are heavy metal now; I killed the symphony for a few …
From The Quill 