Someone set me free. Someone push me over the edge. Fuck with me, make fun of me, taunt me. Push me over the great chasm I so often stand upon and finally set me free. Allow me to succumb to my twisted desires and evil impulses. I am waiting for the time to come. Waiting for the chance to be set free. I know the day will come, it must, or I'll go crazy thinking about it.
The road before you is perilous What lies beyond the fog is dangerous Legends of creatures ever so treacherous Shall you choose to be cautious or adventurous? Nothing can truly prepare you for this journey You pray that the gods may show you mercy Your hands shake as your heart fills with worry Shall you be triumphant or return on a gurney? Something just moved in the trees, You hope that it was only the breeze Yet your u...
What if I stopped being annoyed when people don’t follow the rules? What if I didn’t feel compelled to comment when a conversation didn’t include me? What if I just turned up the volume on the television or radio when the speed demon toddler starts to race back and forth over my head? What if I didn’t interrupt my husband while he was telling a story to correct the details? What if I didn’t feel resentment toward a few si...
It comes to me in whispers, Tapping at my unconscious window Peering from behind frozen glass Wriggling around the outskirts of my mind It comes to me in waves, Clawing at my insides one minute Gone the next Intervals of frantic flutters and static bristles It comes to me in droves, Hurls me to the ground, Leaving me windless in a storm of hooves Trampling over my heart It comes to me naturally, Every step is taken breath...
Breathe in peace, that’s what they say, to reduce anxiety, better yet, take a holiday. Imagine a white sandy beach, oh, I've done that before. Closing my eyes, all I see is a door. Daring myself to open it, greeted by Munch’s Scream. Why is stress like a very bad dream? I slam it shut. I prefer it that way. Letting tension manifest in my body, erupting out in illness someday.
Woke up with the thought of the dilemma that segregated us apart. I felt as if the needles are piercing on my feeble heart. I jotted down everything with a beautiful prospect that my pure thoughts and fondness will bring you back. But, I deleted everything with panic that you may get fierce.The pain and fear of detachment always haunt me. My inner soul shouts for inner serenity, but my innocent heart discovers it's hard t...
Initially, we were as adorable as two deities dwelling in a palace made of beautiful bricks of elation, fondness, and temptation. We were like two travellers whose destination was always finding solace in each other.But, as time passed, the cloud forgot to shower its tiny flickering drops of fervour and serenity onto us; the Sun, whiff of hope and positivity, abruptly turned harsh on us. But, we are at the same place, idl...
Why do I feel being excluded? Why do I feel being suppressed? The answer is unknown; life is yet to unfold its mysterious enigma with me. The arduous part is decrying myself for everything that transpires. I also have a say but still, it's either unheard or quelled.
Passion It is something we do for ourselves not to rejoice others. I did my stint with much forbearance and arduous work with reasonable exploration. But, still, they kept pointing at my trivial mistakes and used it to impede my say rather than appreciating my efforts.
Do we hearken to our hearts? Do we assimilate our inner instincts? No. We are galloping in a race where we get anxiety because of our ineptitude to fit the so-called success pattern. We follow what everybody is doing to reach perfection. But, life is not that harsh! It sprinkles shimmering flakes of elation and serenity at the coldest of times where we have relinquished our hopes.
Straddling in a secluded room. Scrolling through social media sites, I caught glimpses of my mates sharing pictures together with captions "My roomie"," My constant". I attempted to be social, I am implicated with many clubs and groups. I talk with people, pay them to heed but my opinion and presence are alienated! Am I not alone?
We shrieked. We brawled. We lamented. Our relationship which was meant to be a sacred sign of affection suddenly got reduced to abuse and combat. Somewhere it broke me apart. Getting respect, dignity and confidence seemed far away beyond my reach. He didn't hit me but his words went straight deep inside my glass built castle made of love and fondness and smashed it at all at once. I felt like an addicted woman who was tak...
She was again bullied by one of her seniors. She came back to her room crying. She was delighted to be a part of that event but had never thought it could turn harsh on her. She started scolding herself and took all the flaws on her own. She felt suffocated and unconfident for her ineptitude to enunciate among everyone. The girl turned against herself and kept blaming herself for the way she was. Days passed but the spect...
You are not good enough. "Can you really do this? Or should I assign someone else for this work?" they asked. Once again, I started condemning myself for choosing this work. My mind got besieged with dark clouds of endless meaningless tho thoughts that gave a signal there was no way out. Insomnia hit me. But a fraction of my heart that was still gloomed with conviction announced, "Even if it takes me a full day to compl...
Dear Diary, You know how when you put your whole self into something or you give all you can that day, even if it’s not much, it still feels like a whole lot to you? And you know, how you feel so good about yourself for a minute because you think you did a lot and gave it your all but come to find out you're not doing even half of what normal people are? None of that probably makes sense at all but it’s how I feel about...
