Saturday, 28 June 2014


I am chaotic. Sad. Alone. Depressed. Maybe even a lunatic. 
I'm alone in a crowd. I'm at peace only with my demons. I am everything you'd not imagine me to be. 
As I said, I'm sad. But what I'm not is a sad story. 
I'm not a sad story. 
I'm not an example of a life not well lived. I'm not an example of a person not well loved. 

I'm all things negative yet I'm not negativity itself. I'm the ray of hope I need. 
I am my own sunshine and my own rain. 
My demons are just that - MY OWN. I'm not afraid of others. 
My fights are not with people but with myself. 
My competition is me. My bar is set to defeat the "me" of the past and to become better than the "me" of the future.

I may be alone but I am not lonely. I have my family, friends and myself. And that is all I need in this world. The identity of the being within me. The being that I am. 
All that I need is the clarity of my likes, dislikes, aims and ambitions. 
All I need is 


Little by Little.

And maybe little by little 
During the times that I loved you 
I lost parts of me 
Little by little 
You brushed off yourself, your habits, your smile, your personality, on me
And little by little 
What I lost wasn't my heart 
It was me. Completely merged with you
And little by little you went so far away 
Dying a new death everyday 
And now that you're gone completely 
It doesn't pain so much 
Because all those parts of you that live in me 
They remind me of how amazing you were 
That you were beautiful 
And maybe by the beauty of you
I might find beauty In myself 
Little by little 

Tuesday, 24 June 2014


I love learning. Learning new things. New experiences. And I think no school can teach me what the various people I've met have taught me. 
I love meeting new people. It's the best experience. It has in many ways shaped who I am. I chose. I chose from people, mostly from their behaviours what I liked and disliked and made them my own. 

School told me to be kind. 
But what I felt, what I experienced when someone was mean to me. That was what taught me to be kind. 

People around you will teach you more than anything else can. 

It's the experience you have with people that moulds you. Was a person good to you when you were broken ? Did it feel like god sent that person? Did it feel great? Do you want to be that person? 

I've only learnt from people and experiences. I notice only people and observe only behaviours. People are diverse. Behaviours are too. But in the end it's only as simple as this - 
"Are you a good person? Or are you not?" 

I ask myself this question often. I haven't done anything yet that can give me an answer. I hope someday though, some one will smile at me, and say thank you, and that day I might have achieved something in this little life. 

Sunday, 8 June 2014

The Northern Lights.

These lines are blurred 
These people hurt 
Life gave them pain
Hurt regret and sorrow- only these remain 

They flew off to another sky 
Wanted to explore a new them
They went off to the northern lights 

Slowly each saw what they'd never imagined
Little fractions of light melting their hearts away with each fragment 
They sat there in awe of what was happening 
Colours were dancing up in gods canvas
Greens blues and purples they saw every now and then
Falling from above - the most beautiful curtain 

And as every second made their heart beat faster 
It slowly made their scars lighter 
By the time the northern lights disappeared, 
So had their scars, traumas, their fears 

Sitting anew, they were pure beings 
Made of stardust and beautiful things 
They had been purified by the above skies 
Blessed by the beauty of the northern lights.