Looking or Yearning?

I looked out through the glass of the window. It is dusk, the sky turning from shades of dusty pink to navy blue. It looked so beautiful, I kept staring at it. And I thought, “Why watch these shades through tinted glasses? Why not open the window and see them directly?”. And as per my…

Change loses power…

What if I choose to love the signs of change that people dread? What if I rejoice in the first glimpses of wrinkles? What if I embraced death with happiness? What if ‘CHANGE’ lost it’s power???

I feel honoured… and humble…

I have been home less, My home feels to be where He is, He calls and I go, He talks and I listen… I didn’t know He had mustered together, Such a celebratory life for me, Until I was humbled, Until I feel honoured… People and sin should come with a health warning, And a…

Keeping myself to myself…

If you knew the number of times I had to rebuild my little world of peace and happiness, you would leave me alone and won’t trouble any more. That’s why I choose who to let in, and that is why I have this high wall of fake arrogance around me at certain moments… Listening to…

He is a mine of information…

The more I dig, the more knowledge he reveals… And I can’t resist such men, who is a treasure of wisdom and who makes me realise that my blabber is utter nonsense, that I should stop… But he is a different type of special I have never come across… He made me strong with his…

Fantastic !!!

One of the things that stirs me up… I can’t help it but take a camera and capture these moments for ever to remember…

Even a prince never behaves like one, when with a princess…

Well I am no princess, but He definitely is a prince… For someone who is respected so much in society, he keeps himself forced outside that world, and keeps me highlighted in his world… Listens to my silly problems, when he has ‘Real’ Major problems unlike mine… The proposed image from everyone of a perfect…

Humiliation complete…

Im so sore, So deplete, Now, My humiliation is complete… I have been punished enough, Said I wasn’t having morality, Even for me that’s rough, Words I have dreaded since my childhood days… I wish to go home… A new and unknown place, Away from everyone, To forget his particular ways…

Passing by…

Chug, chug, chug, On we go, With one last hug, Along the wind flow… Thousand and thousands, Move together, Both with and without, Synchronization… Expected eyes, Look out the window, Waiting to meet, To meet our loved from long ago…

How small our world is… I think about the vast pool of knowledge that I have not even begun to dip my fingers into…

Growing, moving and expressing my individuality… That this hallucination of life is necessary and deliberate… It is evident that morals are so directly contradictory to society’s situation… This hallucination is growing more influential and pervasive day by day… Conscious manipulation of behaviour… Arisen from the mind, made out of unconscious anxieties… There will be influence…

I don’t like to be vulnerable…

The cloying domestic fiction of togetherness is loosing it’s meaning and a middle class woman like me wishes to walk out of the front door along with other masses… The thoughts of being a girl of great obedience suffocates me, irony being that I only wanted to be a obedient girl when I grew up……