The assailant is in prison now, a week later. I am home, watching a teensy bird with resplendent blue feathers snuggle its mother. The world outside is busy, just like it was a few days ago, unfazed by a woman being assaulted in the dark or by the merciless killings of innocent lives in Palestine.
Everything is the same about this place: hearts breaking quietly, children losing childhood, parents suffering emotional harassment by the ones they raised with care, greed winning over virtues and souls turning shallow.
That's how vague this maze is. You have only come here to return, and to survive this limited life in this invisible warzone, all you have to do is surrender. Nothing good comes out from holding onto something that was never yours. Neither life. Nor death. Be water. Be air. Just flow. Just be, until your final call.-
BOOK 1: Spring Over Winter ( Poems)... read more
Pictures of you in my gallery are going to make me smile,
You remind me of the days when I used to aim for the sky,
Dead faces smile at me when I close my eyes,
Drenched in ink when I am,
even the scars make me feel alive;
Lost it all, I won't lose this time;
Still like the air, I am nobody's but I will make you mine.-
The more I understand love, the better I realise how incomplete life, laugh and literature is without it. I have always stayed a step away from taking that fall, not because I was afraid of breaking my heart, but because no one was worthy of that privilege. Nobody ever crossed themselves for me. Nobody chose me over their insecurities. Nobody really fought for me. It's only recently that I found someone with equal boundaries and the urge to tell them that I would be the difference they look for finds me. Now that I don't recklessly give myself to anyone, I am beginning to measure if I have found the right person who could have the privilege to break my heart if they want. Am I in my right mind? Probably not. But, I was always ready to take the risk for the one who would fight against me to fight for me.
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Cross yourself to find me. I am not what you look at, I am what you see.
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If I were to die tomorrow, do not be upset for me. Know that I have lived well, I was sincere towards my responsibilities, I was loyal to my passion, I was honest and patient with love, I practiced kindness like I breathed. If at all death comes to me tomorrow, it will only come as a reward, to liberate me from this temporary abode and take me to where I have always belonged. Wish me a safe and easy journey instead.
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If my words weren't enough for you to measure the depth of my love, nothing I do will ever be. A poet, words are the closest thing I have to the mirror of my soul.
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