it wasn’t forever

It all started with the whispers;Loud enough for me to hear it all,Yet I was naive as hell for me to question it.A tower of used tissues and a wet pillow was my daily constant,I ignored the signs andLife continued (in oblivion). Next came the verbal fights;Exhausted to be involved with all the drama,Yet, I …

What do writers write about?

This is a question I have often asked myself. A little bit of everything is what my mind voluntarily answers. I write about anything that reignites my creativity like/ the comfort of going back to a place called home while eating amma’s home-cooked meal/ the sound of waves crashing against the shore while staring at …

will she let her thoughts win?

She was scribbling in her roomwaiting for her doom she was scrolling through the hatredwanting to crawl back into her blanket she passed the time staring at the ceilingonly to lose all her happy feelings she lays stillknowing the drill time for her to get outbefore she loses herself for clout she was too lateto …

curves

She tucks her weighing machine at the back of the closet,hoping it helps tuck away her bloated tummy,which pushes her into eating less (Calorie deficit, they call it these days?)She still manages to sneak a peak into her weight at some point,(or multiple times a day)and suddenly, it isn’t her inner voice which breaks her …

Time

In a world that is constantly runningwill you pause for a minute?Look at the sky above and take in a breath of fresh air. Spread your arms wide open,accept the things happening nowand twirl around, will you?Worried if someone will stare? Show them what it feels like tostop chasing after the unknownby taking one look at you. Your …

familiarity breeds contempt

AC blasting on a hot summer day/ waking up and realising I have five extra minutes to sleep/ attending my morning meetings from home/ listening to songs I grew up with and singing along/ rewatching my favourite feel-good movie/ recollecting crazy memories with friends/ curled up in my favourite blanket/ catching up with friends through …

twenty-five

At thirteen, I thought I would be prettier if I had fair skin At twenty, I fell in love with my uneven brown skin tone At twenty-five, why am I going back to feeling thirteen?  At thirteen, everyone around me laughed at me for being short At twenty, I told myself that my height was …

Numb

Numb.  I have lost the sensation and feeling for every part of my body.  It felt like someone had pulled out all the emotions inside me. I was nothing but an empty shell; hurting from within yet unable to sense. It might not make sense. Unlike joy, it is difficult while trying to express your …

Red

A log of 20 seconds in my life L-20 The lights changed from red to green, On cue, I started walking - all alone and, The hair at the nape of my neck stood up L-18 I was right in the middle of a crossroad I turned to make sure I had time That was …

midnight

Have you ever met people whose stories you hold close to your heart? The ones you meet by chance. The ones with tales that make your heart heavy when you look back at them. The ones who look cheerful whenever you have a conversation with them during the day. The ones who opened up only …