Accepting teenhood is over.OVER. I'm now officially an adult. Hah. (Who am I kidding. My soul is still an "innocent" teen.)
It's seems forever since I last wrote to you. Dear blog, I miss you. I miss the sense of fulfillment I would get from blogging. I miss the happiness and that tiny bulb inside my heart glowing with pleasure, when I was successful in pleasing a person with my blog. I miss sitting a couple … Continue reading Another Lifetime Away.
3am. It's pitch dark outside. I get out of my comfort zone and step into the reality. The balcony pulls me towards it. It's like the night wants to make love to me, desperately. It's hunger, and greed is adorable. I stand there. Still. The extreme silence, making me vulnerable, shaking my ground. No, I'm not … Continue reading Silence
2:24am. Day just started. I'm sitting in my bed. The chime of the clock ticking by. I sat still. Just wondering. About the coming times. The future. Future. That word. Both excites and scares the heck out of me. Still fathoming. Physics. Chemistry. Zoology. Botany. Adding up all this = My Life. This friday.. Just … Continue reading Another Soulful Mess – Me.
I don't remember the first sight. Maybe it never was present. But, to me, he means my world. Yes. I admit I take him for granted. But, somewhere down the lane, I also know he does too and that, it is a human nature. Everyday, when I see him, his beautiful deep brown eyes, and … Continue reading That guy..
So. Weesh. Great start. Retry. Ever thought why we have created the entire concept of the existence of some sort of superpower, who we term god? I don't exactly understand the concept, so, on the safer side, I term myself agnostic. Yet so, that somehow doesn't seem to sort out the messed up questions inside … Continue reading Ambiguity
When I give up english, I'm shaky rather than secure. I'm weak. Before I became a writer, I lacked a clear, precise identity. It was through writing that I was able to feel fulfilled. What does it mean, for a writer, to write without her own authority? Can I call myself an author if I … Continue reading Heart laid out.
New people, yet again. Cold and humble inside. Determined to face it all, with a smile, and wash away the blues. A week passed, Everything has changed. Yet really, nothing has. Puzzling, yet it is the truth, Give it a break. 'Life's good.' With time, nothing ever ever really not changes, (It all does.) It's … Continue reading Settling Down..
Her voice went numb, She feared to swallow, Though, she knew, it was dumb, She couldn't help, it felt hollow. She feared to look, at her own skin, maybe, that really was the hook, -- To fear her own self. 'I fear nothing I yet know.' She often said; being brave. 'Maybe illness ain't that … Continue reading Silent Cries..
Heyy guys. I know it's been like forever since I last blogged. That's is because I moved to a grade which is called T-W-E-L-V-E. It is the final year of my schooling. I'm not complaining, but really, let's just get a few things straightened out like a pasta sheet, so as to have an sublime life … Continue reading Back (To) Track