My anxiety have been through the ozone lately, like a lot of people who already struggled with it even before the pandemic. Self loathing, complaining and constant fear of losing a valuable chunk of your life that would be retrievable. All of that combined is quite nerve-wrecking. But then I saw a quote. That was…… Continue reading What if it worked out?
We all are star-crossed passengers Of the train of fate Tied to our seats Staring out stone-eyed Waiting for the landscape to change.. Written for OctPoWriMo 2018. Kindly visit my post Warriors Invited To Raise Mental Health Awareness where I am inviting Mental Health Warriors to submit their blog’s address so…… Continue reading Passengers of Fate #OctPoWriMo Day 24
It’s hard to label yourself. In fact it’s a bit unfair. But a point comes when you set out to explore your identity. Yourself. I am on a rampage. A crazy experiment. A never-ending chain of trail and error. You can tell when something repels from your soul like same poles of magnets and something…… Continue reading Riot against numbers and fate..
She looked down at the bustling city through the giant window. Tiny lights rushing to get somewhere under the exuberant colors of evening sky, curtesy of the beautiful sunset that drenched it in vivid and vivacious tones. Her clueless eyes aimlessly followed the flow of lights on the road while a Snippet of her brain…… Continue reading Life Draining Through Cracks
Wheel Everytime you hope things will get better..it ends up getting worse.. this is brutal sardonic reality of life that laughs in your face. Its like spinning the wheel of misfortune that only comprises of deciet, accidents and failure, and anticipating glorious results. People think we have done something to deserve this. But this is…… Continue reading Wheel of misfortune
Do you feel we are suddenly thrown into an ocean and told to swim when we are hydrophobic? We are pushed from a cliff and told to fly, when we are not equipped and we definitely don’t have wings. We don’t even recover from our previous trauma when something else hits us. We are told…… Continue reading I wish…
We all are served with different food boxes by fate. Some boxes have intricate patterns on them, some are plain cardboard. Some boxes contain skillfully wrapped delicacies, whereas some just have barely enough bread. When we are hungry we have to chose and feed ourselves from our very own box. We can’t share. We can’t…… Continue reading The Food Boxes