You are not DEAD

You are kind of a broken star inside me

Burning and killing me when I am trying to live

The memories I cherished once is haunting me now

I wish you could come and save me, as you always did.

You are like twilight in the sky ready to bloom

Your thoughts are alive I wished you would have been too.

I can feel your breath, your presence around me

I wish we meet upfront, so that I could see.

"Psychic-Powers"

Is there anything called 'psychic' exists? I am very fond of people who fall under this category. And surprisingly once in my lifetime I felt that power within me. I felt out of the world; as if I found inner peace and attained a level of spirituality that a normal human would fail to reach. I was powerful and the feeling scared the hell out of me. I thought I was God. I don’t know who God is. I don’t know how it happened and why it happened. I was scared, really scared.  Gradually I believed these powers are a curse to me for any act of a sin I did may be some day. I could have utilized it but I did not want it. I wanted to be normal. May be it was not a power but some mere stupid coincidence happenings that led me to believe so.

A Loner

He was a loner, scared to trust another soul. He has been loved, hated, trusted, heart-broken, ditched, played, mocked. He found pain in love. His mother’s love was poisoned, brother’s love was bitter, father’s love was green, sister’s love was lost and friends’ love was a show. He was not sure whom to talk and what to talk. His lips were dried of words. He never smiled but laughed at everything in life. He did not know how to cry because he never got a shoulder to lean. He could not understand the difference between sympathy and empathy.

He was vulnerable inside but strong to the world. He showed nothing could affect him and no one could hurt him anymore. Even though everything mattered to him, he showed he did not give a damn. He learned to love himself more than anything exists in this beautiful earth. In the process he had not realized the people who cared for him.

If I weren’t BEAUTIFUL?

I have seen the world,

hot air of may

The walks we used to take

along the shore.

Would you have loved me if;

If I were not beautiful?

Menstruation- OMG what did you just say?

Yesterday I was having a small talk with one of my roommates. Girls gossip you know! She is the one who has recently got married and obviously dying to stay with her husband. Her husband lives in Chennai and she is stuck in Mumbai for the job. And I appreciate the fact that she is working after marriage. It’s not that common in Indian society to continue your job after marriage when your husband is at different part of the country. Here the girl has to adjust. Hence forth, she tried her level best to make herself transfer to Chennai which she succeeded eventually. So now the whole anxiety thing prevails as to when the date of transfer will come and she would be with her husband.

Bitter PAST

A friend of mine suddenly asked me that why do I write such post and blogs? Do you know it gives a negative impact, he said. Really? I never thought so. You most of the times rant about how you were wronged or you complain to the society. So? I wasn’t scared of what people might think of me. And I have full right to rant or complain or blabber or simply write. You don't like don't read. Yes I am rude. But rudeness come with boldness.