New:-33. You will heal… One day, you will see, you will see for yourself.
When the skin on your bones will feel too plastic to be alive and the heart in your chest will feel too alive to have gone dead. Click here to read more.

1. Fear of failure…… Why is it so hard for us to win over our fears? Why are we so helpless in front of our brains? Is it necessary to defeat our fears? Why can’t we just embrace them?Click here to read more.

2. Tranquility…. Our thoughts entangle us in their never ending trail. We are continuously occupied by noises in our head and those around us. Its always good to escape for a while.Click here to read more.

3.Across the Fire….I still wonder…..what is more frightening, the beast within, or the cold and cruel world around? Click here to read more.

4.Fallacy…Why is it difficult to live a life where we don’t have to choose between parts of our own personalities? Why do we have to choose between the heart and the brain?Click here to read more.

5.Left in the storm…My mind burned the last bit of love in my heart and left my heart to suffer in the storm of hatred!Click here to read more.

6.Along the walls…I never reached that light, the past never stopped following me and I never escaped the ruins of my present!Click here to read more.

7.Hearts to console…My heart cried for the forgotten paradise!My soul wailed for the bereaved hearts!Click here to read more.

8. That fire… You are either as cruel as her….You are either a slave to her….Or….you are nothing at all….Click here to read more.

9.Lifeless….I lied there. Still. Lifeless. Numb….yet breathing…. for…. I learnt to breathe in, on my emptiness. Click here to read more.

10. Beauty….“Everything “life” is beauty!Everything “death” is beauty too!!”Click here to read more.

11.The battle…The Moon enlightened the world… revealing the face of my opponent. It was me. I hated myself. Click here to read more.

12.The sinners…That is how the world works…We need to follow the law of the land… Click here to read more.

13.That book…That was the greatest book of them all. It compelled me to read myself. Click here to read more.

14.Masquerade… ‘cause, who frowns at the evil when they get to gasp for the artistry. The world has a way to forget justice for glory. Click here to read more.

15.Folly… But… we bled our way to the doomed oblivion, Just to run away from defeat…
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16.Ghosts…“Do you believe in ghosts?” Yeah…They live in my closet, And yours too, Don’t they? Click here to read more.

17.Dawn:- For… The dawn mustn’t shine, On your grave….Click here to read more.

18. Abyss:- Have you ever stared down the demonic depths of a dingy abyss? Click to read more.

19.Dear ‘home’:- Isn’t ‘homelessness’ a bliss, when the walls of your abode chase the daylight out of your life? Click here to read more.

20. Bone china :- I am afraid… that those broken pieces of my heart burnt in my throat today… I am afraid that you left our story behind… and it lives here with me… I am afraid! Click here to read more.

21. Cassettes and wine!:-Now… sitting beside those dying flames, sipping on wine out of my crooked wine glass and listening to a stuck cassette tape… I know what made you leave…⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣Click here to read more.

22. To the one who broke my broken heart again, Because it takes courage to be the only ray of life in the land of death. That courage, when shown, must be celebrated!Click here to read more.

23. When Jasmines begin to smell like Lavenders! Healing must be a scary business, but since when have the broken started shying away from fear, huh? Click here to read more.

24. Broken Cursives…Our eyes have grown too tired, now that we have chased the light for ages… ‘Lack’ sounds like peace! Click here to read more.

 

25. Art and The Conflicted Face of Humanity Humanity, now, is the virtue of hunters; it’s about all things sharp and threatening. The sooner we realize this, the better! Click here to read more.

26. Burns and Ashes You bleed in the darkest shade of blue and weave out gospels. But, no matter which storm pulls you into its eye, you write… and you live! Click here to read more.

27. Dear Anxiety, You are a demon. You are my demon. You are the devil I love to play with. You meet me behind the fallen curtains of well-lit stages. You denounce shame on my courage and take pride in my anger. Click here to read more.

28. pause. You love them. They love you. They love you for giving them a paradise to stay at. Click here to read more.

29. i have felt alone.Because, out of every and any name given to a home, ‘strange’ has never been one.Click here to read more.

30. i am life.You are a poem//With all the five elements//Entwined in your heart.Click here to read more.

31. clichés. …clichés make us feel safe. They take us back to a world that was once our concrete paradise a few heartaches ago. Click to read more.

32. Hiraeth-“Hiraeth- a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past” Click here to read more.

33. You will heal… One day, you will see, you will see for yourself.
When the skin on your bones will feel too plastic to be alive and the heart in your chest will feel too alive to have gone dead. Click here to read more.

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Four walls, a number of bricks, and here you sit in the middle of this room finding solace in your own flesh and love in the mirrors. Mirrors, though, seldom lie. They may lie about a few harsh truths, though ‘lack of love’ stands high on the list.⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ You stand in front of this silvered piece of carefully cut glass, staring at every part of your scarred silhouette, yet the light shining on those marks somehow sells them as beauty spots. ⁣⁣ In that moment, you smile, promptly looking at the delicate curve that your rose tainted lips have arched into; a careful moment of comfort, though you may only find it meandering away from your glistening eyes. ⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ Why, you ask?⁣⁣ Because mirrors seldom lie; eyes, though, don’t!⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ Those two gleaming curves of crystal, sitting on your face, are windows to the truth-⁣⁣ You know it.⁣⁣ I know it.⁣⁣ We know it.⁣⁣ So, we shy away from glances!⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ We shy away from the mere idea of taking a look down those merciless voids, because we know, that the glance, if made, will hurl our entire existence into this gigantic spiral of never-ending truth trail;⁣⁣ and you, being nothing but a mere speck of consciousness, will have to learn, not most, but all that this infinity loop has to offer.⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ You will have to learn how you love finding hearts to love you because you deny believing how loveable you are, unless someone sweeps you off your feet.⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ You will have to learn how you deny yourself your own embrace because you are a little too scared of the thorns you planted in your own skin.⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ You will have to learn that you love your mirror because it is the sweetest of all the liars and the most innocent of all the sinners.⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ And lastly, you will have to accept how your scars are yet not dead and they still need love, regardless of how that silvered glass makes you believe otherwise. ⁣⁣ ------⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ You fretted and you still fear that moment of truth, so much so that it has been an eternity since you last stared down your own eyes. ⁣⁣ Now, you have forgotten their mystical shape, and it takes you a minute before you can remember the hue that danced in them.⁣⁣ ⁣(continued in the comments) Sketch: @gauri.walecha
The world has run short of love. It is sad how there is a certain day to love certain people who love us unconditionally all the year-round. I could name a dozen, none ever so close to a Mother.⁣ ⁣ Around where I live, the roads are usually silent at the crack of dawn. When you choose to stroll on empty paths like these, you don't often aim for stories but poems. That day though, I found the former.⁣ ⁣ Sky showered lilacs on the freshly lain tar as I walked alone, passing a slum settlement on my right. ⁣ Poverty has always been an igniting spark for human debates but sadly, never the food for unconditional humane love.⁣ Sympathy, sure; but love? Hardly ever.⁣ ⁣ So, considering how I draw my character from the world around me, my heart rained sympathy at the sight I encountered, but my heart absolutely wept when I came across a familiar face standing in the middle of those broken homes.⁣ ⁣ It was my domestic help. Five years of her working at my house, I never bothered asking where she lived.⁣ She had an infant playing in her arms and a four-year-old sitting beside her as she fed him. I decided to break my stroll and sit with her as she went through her exhaustive routine of being a Mother.⁣ It was a messy walk through all the debris. She stood up as she saw me approaching. I assured her to relax.⁣ ⁣ "Main baith jaoon aapke paas?" I asked, eyeing a vacant stool near her.⁣ "Hanji Didi, pooch Kyu rahe ho?" She replied, with all her affection pouring onto her face.⁣ ⁣ Her four-year-old, definitely frightened to see an outsider around, hid behind his mother.⁣ I waved at him with the widest smile possible, just to make him feel a little comfortable with my presence.⁣ ⁣ "Didi, aap aaj yahan kaise?"⁣ She asked as she gently ran her hand on her son's head.⁣ "Bas yuhi! Aapko yahan baithe hue dekha toh socha milti jaaon"⁣ "Main toh thodi der mein aapke hi ghar aane wali hoon"⁣ ⁣ She was certainly in a state of disbelief. It is unfortunate how unnatural it was for her to expect her employers at her house. (Continued in the comments)⁣
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