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Unburden your mind, It wasn't meant to be. Whatever you thought it was. You have to set it free. Unclog your soul, Let the spirit wish it free Let your thoughts reside In a 'you' you ought to be. Feel the rush Of those imaginary trees Understand the point Of a reality full of glee Heal yourself Cause no other can be The brilliance you are In your imperfect spree See who you are The way you saw yourself At 5, while you fought Those demons from the Kelp Free your entangles Cause they need to be felt Breathe a little easy Loosen that belt. In this inexplicable universe You are your entity Only if you want You can be set free.

It is okay To have the wind blown out from your lungs To feel like you are the only one To have your heart broken to a mess To stay in that small fleeting kiss It is okay To not want to understand To not want that perfect plan To stay in the past tense To have a life, with a broken hand It is okay To show someone that you also care To feel the love, the spirit, the fear To have a second heart, just as a reserve To fuel from fire, but never from dust It is okay To fall apart, now and then To not want to part from a lover’s den To say somethings and regret the same To be a fool, an emotional vain It is okay To feel like there is no tomorrow To embrace the dread and the broken sorrow To have a vulnerable heart filled with loss To love a person with all your cause It is okay To be who you are, in your vulnerability To want to lose, to not fight or see To say what you want to say Or be who you want to be Till you know, it is time...

Somewhere between, holding tight and moving on. I found a place, with tainted flowers and unturned songs Somewhere between rhyming verses and syncing routines I found a place, with chaotic patterns and half-hearted screams Somewhere between, being who I am, and knowing what I ought to be I found a place, with nudity, vulnerability and insecurity. Somewhere between, hearing things and seeing stuff I found a place, where I didn’t give a flying fuck Somewhere between, knowing scorns and thinking tight I found a place, with tranquil darkness and no trace of light Somewhere between, belonging to a crowd, conforming to strife I found a place, with up heal, mayhem and a lunatic life Somewhere between, stable relationships and irrational sex I found a place, with no boundaries and guilt free texts Somewhere between, trying to be happy and knowing the sacred chants I found a place, with half kissed wine glasses and freedom without pants Somewhere between, rejec...

I have the life. The ‘textbook’ dream life. I have a car, with four rings on its rear end. A house, with more rooms than people it accommodates. I possess all the branded synthetic skins you can think of, from the Gs to the Ps to the As. My wardrobe covers it all. I have an over paid staff who is at my beck and call, and an overtly glamorous social circle, who really has nothing better to do in life. I have it, I have it all. Even though I wasn’t born with these luxuries, I have them. You ask how? Cause I married the right not-so-beautiful guy. The man I call my husband. I use to be ambitious, I was. That is, until I hit 25. Then my life changed. I had to succumb to the ‘Indian society’ laws. I was a girl, and it didn’t matter if I didn’t have a career. ‘I don’t have to provide for a family, that was my husband’s responsibility.’ Of course, I didn’t agree to that, poor men in India, such great pressure on their shoulders. But my parents didn’t listen to me, I was a child they said,...

I miss you. Every single moment, of every single day. There is this ebbing ache in my heart. A missing portion. An ache now I think, I am used to. An ache now I think has become my way of life. I can’t do without this ache, now. In reality, I don’t want to do without it. It is the only connection I have, to you. I am not sad, no. I am not lonely either. I have brilliant friends, who love me, cherish me. I do have someone who adores me to bits too. He is sweet, and funny and intelligent. He is waiting, for me to take him as my own. I know that. Everyone does. But you see, there is a ‘but’. He isn’t everything I want, weirdly, even though he would have been everything any girl could wish for. I don’t know what is the problem you know? Why it doesn’t fit, why nothing fits? It doesn’t. How can you wait for someone who isn’t even there. How can my mind attempt to move on, when my heart is still the same. They say, if you hesitate long enough, you’d know your heart de...

If only Amidst the typhoon, was a tranquillity That could hold my hand. Would I be in Neverland, Trying to outlive Peter Pan If only A moment lost was another attempt At a second chance Would I be in the dreams to come With a jar of marmalade and bittersweet   jam If only Promises shattered Opened gates to another plan Would I have a joyous jump With happiness singing a doobie ding dang If only Chaos was a constant And life breathed a comfortable mayhem Would I find the place to belong With my hamster, pillow and imaginary fans If only Regrets gave peace And brokenness gave a sense of stance Would I be, what I want to be Whatever that means, in the actual plan.

  Love affairs and tattered tales, Is what life makes us to be, In this hopeless place, amidst this maze. I tried to find you and me. Not a single drop to spare, Nor a word left to cease, In this broken glass chamber. I tried to find you and me. To the mountains high and valleys low, We could have run Wild and Free, In these shattered dreams And empty spaces. I tried to find you and me. And then the clouds, turned black and blue, And the winds made whorly woos, In the storm of fearsome light, I tried to fight with fearless fright. But alas! The world had other clans, And down they went, my sacred plans, Leaving me with bruises to hide, And a world that is broken inside my eyes. Still they wonder what could I be, what in the dying light did I see? Now in the dark, when thoughts disobey, I am trying to find another way, In all my waking moments passed, I am trying to find, Me at last .

I believe in broken kisses, which almost touch the lips of our soul. There is a certain honesty to them, which makes that one moment of vulnerability, the purest of them all. I believe in empty houses, which have the remnants of dissipating laughter. The void of which, reminds us of fleeting instances of happiness. I believe in happy tears, which overwhelm us. It reminds us of our susceptibility to love, in a world that haunts the souls of our ancestors. I believe in bittersweet endings, which are never meant to be. It makes us brave, because not all relationships can have a purpose. I believe in our insecure demons, which terrifies our spirit. It gives us hope and courage, for not all demons are under our beds. I believe in a lover’s laugh, that lifts your conscience. For a plastic world can hold only so much of reality. I believe in half-hearted smiles, which reassures us. Only the bravest of them all, can hold the burden of mankind. I believe in t...

Then there was a time, in that hopeless place When I lay by your side, in your sweet embrace. Thinking about the future, thinking about the past. But never thinking how it would be, if that present won’t last. Then there was a moment, in that sacred place When I felt it was alright, it was god’s saving grace Seeing the world buzz by, surviving with everything at par But never feeling the feeling of you being afar Then there was a spark, in that enchanted place When I thought it was mine, your dazzling gaze Feeling your warmth, when your heart skipped a beat But never knowing how would I feel, if I were stripped off the heat Then there is this moment, of being incomplete and unsure Not knowing a saving grace, not having a shore When I realize what I had, when I took my life for granted But knowing I will never live, the life I loved and wanted Then there is this feeling, of being a man’s wife Knowing I can’t love him, still I have t...

Dejected and distraught, she stomped on the marble floor, Not knowing what to feel, not knowing who to hold. Her love had disserted her, her friends had torn apart, She knew it was impossible, to mend her broken heart. She tried calling her mother, who never wanted her around, She picked up saying ‘I am busy’, her voice in a frown. ‘I need you mama.’ she said, breathless and in tears, ‘Go to your non-existent father, and recite him your fears.’  She decided to let go, of love, of hope, of life, She made her way to the kitchen, to the basket of knives. She picked up the metal sheet which would decide her failing fate, Tears streaming down her cheeks, her insides churning with hate. She was about to make that incision, about to set the pain free, When she felt a wet nudge, at the back of her knees. She looked down and saw, the scrawny brown dog, Who was staring back at her, his eyes an epilogue. She had rescued him this morning, from the ...

She looked into his eyes, and pulsated love. He looked at her body, and sensed lust. Was it different perspectives or just a misunderstood truth? She glowered at him, with fire in her eyes. Her dark locks beating against the wind, like snakes on Medusa's head. He said she needed him; she couldn't go on without him. He said she wouldn't survive, that she loved him too much. He said it with such confidence, such zeal. With a devious smile spread across his gorgeous face. He said it, expecting her to yield, expecting her to succumb. The look on his face sickened her.  Made her feel queasy, was she the reason this got so far? Was she the reason why this guy had the audacity to command her? Demand submission out of her? She closed her stinging eyes, he won’t get to her. Not this time, the fire in her was too strong, too powerful. It had been one year, it had been enough. ‘Enough’, her head told her. ‘Please, Sandra, just walk away.’ She sighed, clenched her fists and o...