Questions I wish somebody would give me answers to, which in actuality is just one question that I’m asking over & over again : will it ever end, the pain?

• does it make me a villain if get angered by people being happy while I'm miserable?• if tomorrow is going to be a whole lot worse today, won't it just be convenient if I stop trying to make till the end of the day?• what did I do so wrong, so wrong to deserve …

what’s even there to write

You write when you have something important to say, some earthshattering kind of realisation, an epiphany on how to go through life or even a variation in the overly cliched point of view that shows the ordinary in a neverseenbefore light, isn't it? So would I be wrong if I admit that I've had none …

Not your closet writer anymore.

All our lives we've been taught that only the extraordinary deserves our attention, only the very brilliant worth our time. We've been forced to believe that the mediocrity is the disease we're supposed to avoid at all costs and being average is a quality of shame. So we grow up hiding it behind the shades. …

A musing of ours

when i think of you & meand what we once used to bei think of young childrenplaying pretend gamesin the backyards oftheir parents' homesdressing up in pretty clothessneaked out from a closetthey're not allowed inwhen i think of you & meand what we once used to bei think of young childrenwho believe everything is possibleprovided, …

A pov

It's Jan, 2020. You wake up happy because your bestfriend's going to be back in town today. There are many people whom she's waiting to meet and you're just grateful to be one of them. She visits you at your new home for the first time. She says she likes your bedroom when you ask …

When I say there’s more, maybe there isn’t.

i love you the way i wish to be loved

i asked you what your favourite colour was. your birthday was coming up and i wanted to paint the wall endorsing my cherished titles by the window which overlooks our nosey neighbour's place to be dipped in a colour you adored. it was supposed to be a symbolic ode to our love and a way …

Mind makes no sense

I don't remember the last time I was happy. Could have been my birthday but I'm not sure if I felt happiness because I was happy or because I was supposed to be happy. People are expected to be happy on their birthdays and I don't remember if I was or was I not happy …

Back to December

in these hours when i sense december arriving on the horizon my mind goes back to the much-much before times without which the present would've been implausible and i'm immediately filled up with innumerable emotions this upside-down life along the journey has given me. it is in these hours where i sit alone by myself …

Hearts, balloons, all things colourful.

It's gets easier doesn't it? First it seems impossible and some time passes, then it seems doable. Before you know it, there you are, not wondering or worrying about what he's doing. His late replies slowly stop bothering you. You don't mind not being in his list of priorities. In fact, in a way it …