×I'm feeling so worthless rn ×I'm officially in a slump ×How am I ever gonna get to the end of this ~It's not your fault your laptop is not working ~Maybe give yourself and your laptop a break? ~You haven't even changed from your work clothes for god's sake before you came home and sat … Continue reading A dialogue that is a monologue
Seven Impossible Things Before Breakfast
On other days, I wake up to dream of Seven impossible things before breakfast – i. The fishes will fly Someday When we’ve run out of water and All the world can’t tell me what to do ii. Poetry will come to me, when I want it to iii. The fat girl will unlearn the … Continue reading Seven Impossible Things Before Breakfast
A Girl of Winterfell
“A little lady shouldn’t play with swords” – the halls echoed With the laughter of brave men and Women sewing in close-curtained rooms By the fireplace. So I called my first sword "The Needle." The one that would rip out All threads from this body, all curtains That you bury me beneath “A little lady … Continue reading A Girl of Winterfell
Chotu
The sunlight falls on the red bricks like gold, glinting through the cracks in the wall. It’s a blistering 48 degrees in Delhi. I see him walking through the School of International Studies lobby, fully dressed in school uniform with a tray of idli-sambar in his hand, meant for someone else. I enter the SIS … Continue reading Chotu
Theon Greyjoy
The crossbow in my hand is heavy with The weight of all the lives I’ve spent. All the lives I cannot forget. The quiver behind me stares back into empty eyes, I’ve spent all my arrows with wanton disregard. I’ve faced the many-pointed arrow of Death and come back to the beginning - Here where … Continue reading Theon Greyjoy
To The Ones Who Fell
To the ones who fell under the stars Watching fireballs fly and dragon breath mist The last minutes before sleep Do not rise with the night, Closed eyes know of depths, That the darkness cannot perceive You are now the abyss. The place where sadness goes to die Where songs melt and breaths hush, In … Continue reading To The Ones Who Fell
Therapy Journal Writing
On days like these I give myself allowance to be sad. I don't oversleep like I tell people when they ask me. I merely refuse to get up from the bed. In a slump, the most basic chores can be an ordeal: this lifting the body up, this shoving the hair back and forcing the … Continue reading Therapy Journal Writing
