You poured it all, like oil into my soul, I took it gently, unaware, And though it turned out to be a cloud of smoke, The load held onto my heart so bare. It weighed me down, like a fruit from a branch, I withered a little, everyday, I still
The first night I stopped chasing time, hollowness groped my throat with its bare hands. Yet, I just kept suffocating on the absence of everything. Silence sat on my chest like the hope of the newly abandoned kitten - Still thinking it'll be called back home. See, I&
I wonder how it is, To be so filled with life, That the sun makes a home of your lips, And fills the world with warmth every time you smile. I wonder how it is, To be so incredibly alive, That the night seems to reside in the pitch black
Why does the cold-blooded moon press against my heart ? Grief, a blot, a strange silence that still makes noise on this October afternoon. I scrolled through the screen of my phone, somatic reels dissolving into me. My right ear rested on the pillow; I could almost hear the heavens calling.
Another august passes by With dreams still cradling in eye sockets And goals still running along the circumference of dark circles Like mist it appears in front of my eyes Making my 6/6 vision, a haziness of hope Like thyme, it grows around my heart Giving only a mild
some mornings, my inner child whispers: you are a paper boat, folded with wonder, floating in wild rain. hold me close, even when storms pull at your own edges. and I nod, as I wrap her in my cardigan of thoughts, promise her bedtime stories even when sleep tiptoes away.
They ask Why are you so quiet? as if silence doesn’t scream in softer tongues. As if the museum of my feelings hasn’t been echoing in empty halls for years. I write in the language of sighs, in pauses between breaths, in the trembling hush before sleep. My
Last summer, my grandmother clogged my brain with her spice directory. Asafoetida kept your health on track, turmeric was anti inflammatory, cinnamons comb the air to doll it up, and cumins add strength to your limbs. I learnt how to lodge loads of love in a small jar of lemon
An infant girl, who unfortunately born in a poor or a middle-class family is like a curse for the family. The Indians have never been happy about having a girl child, they felt like a burden. But what a fate they have, that this burden make them Smile by being
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This Picture Shows The Poverty And The Status Of The Lady, That Just To Feed Herself And Her Family, These People Have To ragpick. The Garbage Is The Base For Their Livelihood. They Get Their Food Out Of The Garbage. This Picture Also Indicates, How Worse Life Could Be, To
This picture reminds me of the best phase of my life, my school days. I guess everyone reading this article must have gone to school; hence you can understand my context and even connect it with yours. I can bet that if your school days have passed, then you must
Gautama Buddha taught us that whatever may be the situation we might handle it peacefully. Once Buddha was travelling with a few of his followers. While they were passing a lake, Buddha told one of his disciples, "I am thirsty. Fetch me some water from the lake." The