Be there…

In the night when it is cold, I want to be the hand you hold. When the light feels too low, I will burn flames for you to know. In the hours that feel like days, I will keep you close in my embrace. When words feel heavy for you to bear, I will be…

Words and pictures…

I miss the days when the only big word I could spell correctly was comprehension. Our English exam paper always ended with this final section: Write a 350-500 words comprehension on blah-blah. I miss third grade sometimes. As my height grew, so did my corner bookshelf; each new year we added a new shelf. Then…

Trying not to runaway…

Life can be overwhelming. Especially with anxiety. It is so easy to hit 0 to 50 in a second. So easy that you forget that it isn’t even required. But what’s the use, you are already miles away from where you had started. I have been racing with my thoughts lately. Nothing useful comes out…

I am a crispy potato…

My favorite part of the morning is probably hitting snooze. I would keep the alarm for 7:00 am and would only get out of bed by 7:20 am. Cause in those twenty minutes, I managed to get the best sleep in the entire day! But I guess getting older means that those precious twenty minutes…

August aims…

Lately, I have been struggling. It would be a lie to say that the past few months have been tough. Truth is that this has been going on for much longer. There have been moments of joy, spread across, like tiny air bubbles over boiling sugar. I am not as fit as I was before….

Sickness…

It creeps in with no sound… And strikes you to the ground… Its whispers are deafening… Slowly bleeding into your arms… There is no light or a voice… Just a chaos in bright disguise… Who do you see when skies ignites? What do you say to the shinning light? It starts, it ends at the…

Darker days…

Life is weird. Humans are weirder. Even in the darkest of days, we hold on to hope. But when the darkness sweeps away the ones who are close, that’s when we truly begin to gasp reality. I lost a friend. The sadness that comes with loss is not new to me. But the pain, you…

Songs…

The world I know is a curious soul… Sometimes it paints a picture, sometimes it sings a song… It starts with summer mornings that feel a bit too long… Too bright, too early, and way too hot… Then comes a song of a tired noon that has burnt away the strong… The daylight is cruel…

A break…

The weekend is here! A long weekend indeed. Oh the joy in knowing that you don’t have to work on Monday! But with joy, sometimes comes guilt. I feel guilty about not doing anything productive on my days off. There are times when I feel that I have wasted a holiday by not accomplishing something….

In a box…

A box on a box is still a box… So what if it is made of block… Mine has a window with a open view… Sit there sometimes with my morning brew… I see the light from the sun… Later bake alive as if in an oven… I seek to escape and go away… Only…