There’s a certain beauty in
abundances, they say,
is it really so?
Yes indeed— they say it again.
I do, too, agree, that there’s a certain beauty
in abundances—but what is,
my dear friend, abundance?
There is beauty in—
the abundance of air that you gasp in
as broken breaths
when you break through the surface
of the deep, deep, never ending ocean of reason and rationality.
The abundance of love that Continue reading “Abundances- A Poem”
Out of Everyone’s Box
Why is everyone devouring the neon lights?
Opening their mouths wide open
for the pink, blue and green
beams shooting through the darkness
of the club?
Oh how I wish, I wish they would
smile just a bit, if nothing,
when the white wine sunshine
trickles into the corners of their mouths
though the icy blizzards and the clouds,
washing away the stale poison
and judgments of yesternight.
The bass thumps its way into
all the chambers of my heart
and forces my heartbeat to cooperate
— again, but, too stubborn.
As I sit in the shadows,
for every offer to be a hatrack and a
shoe-sitter— I have a glittery
‘Yes’ sequined on my chest.
How do you get intoxicated on stale
air and a Continue reading “Introvert – A Poem”
We all are stuck in this life’s never ending spiderweb. Going in circles and chasing tails has become a habit so interwoven in our lives that we fail to take notice.
But the beauty of it all is that- even though you are stuck, even though you feel like you are on a downward spiral(When you aren’t. There is no such thing as a downward spiral, just a pause in the ascent), here are a few things that we fail to notice, again.
- The sunlight through the trees is still just as beautiful.
- The grass is still green on both the sides.
- There are still at least a 100,000 books you haven’t read.
- The world still loves you.
- The universe still loves you.
- You are here for a purpose, no matter how far it may seem.
- You are loved.
- You have seen the light.
- You will be moving on from this, soon.
- You have a beautiful smile and you are beautiful.
- There’s music in your soul.
- There’s coffee on your shelf
In this world, all there is – passion and love. So go, my love, passionately spread love. It’s confetti.
High on coffee, music cranked up in headphones. Lets do this.
I was in a ghetto. Wait up, no eye roll please. So I was in a ghetto , a place where misery ran rampant and tears stained the walls – a hospital.
My cousin had decided to break his leg at 9:30 PM just to laugh at me when I showed up in the hospital wearing a weird combination of PJ top and denim bottom (Don’t ask). So this ghetto where I stood with my jeans soaked from the monsoon rain and a fair share of anxiety, I ran into a wall. Continue reading “No Philosophical BS : I Ran Into A Wall”