Delete

This will make it easier, won't it? We always think so. It's what we've been taught. It's a little different for me though. I don't delete to hide it from anyone else. I delete to hide it from me. Me and these these corrupt fingers. If they don't see it around, maybe they won't start

Inside

I'm never confused. I don't think there's any scope for me to be. Every. Single. Time on replay,it does something to me. My insides turn upside down and it's a bloody melody in itself as those lips turn upward and that mouth opens all the way to let out not just the most beautiful sound,

The Golden Idiot

She was walking around the workplace with her inner music telling her to cry and the one on the outside creating a one person party pretty well. All was going as per the plan...The daily plan where both the masks were a must. Then something that shouldn't have happened, happened. A smile , a kind

What are you?

I first walked into the world of gold quite early,or so I thought. Anyway, this time when I walked into it , I already knew this wasn't what it seemed like, but I also believed in , and believe in the constantly improving spirit of that which we call unbridled, pure humanity and humanness. It

What if ?

What if it was you that was keeping me alive and healthy , and what if it was me and my touch that spared your life? We all have a life now, if we can call it that... The first phase of this life found us hidden inside, and now, walking around with cloth and

Pebbles

Standing at a distance and bossing over that little body I want to hold, they stare at me with so much love, so much life , life burning to come out and live itself, a child chasing that baloon but always held back by people who ask him to grow up fast. Those pebbles, those

Corner seat

Do you ever hold the corner seat even if you don't want to? No, this isn't about the movie theatre or the general understanding that only a certain person in a certain state of mind is more often than not in a corner seat. Everyday, you go about  your day, not knowing what will come

Tell me your secrets

Look at me,notice the little things I do to make you look at me. I dont want romantic love, I dont need it. I've got plenty of romance and I am immensely thankful for it. I've got so much water that my fire burns calmly now. I just need you to look at me. That

Space-time

Closed, warm, and with a little air. In my head, that's how it is when I'm comfortable... My space-time. When after a while of knowing the only new person every few years, I can breathe long and full and let the tummy be a little out. I can slouch and talk about yoga, I can

Blank?

What does it mean when you’re shocked all over again? Shocked enough to be reactionless. That moment when you somewhere knew it was due, that moment full of realisation and experiences where different people do the same thing but yet, it hits. Doesn’t hit that hard now that your wall is stronger and fatter, but

The dissapointment

She sits there, sipping borrowed coffee. Takes a bath every 2 days or so. An athlete but nowhere near the others at work. And her father looks at her like she would look at a rapist. She tries every day to wake up straight, without pain, happy, starts anew everyday. Smiles and hugs and hits

Community, 10 seconds later…

17 seconds later... No. I still don't know how to write this. There is so much information but how do I structure it. Do I need to? Yes. Maybe. No. Maybe not. Not sure. I know one thing though,that something has to be done about this. Okay. The writing is helping me and I am