And now it feels strange

Tuesday was my first day for 10th Grade. I would have never expected it to be awkward but i was wrong. At the same time, I thought if everything would have been normal but I guess that now ‘normal’ is an alien term. I am a little germaphobe so I wore gloves although it was…

Being Nostalgic Is Painful

I CAN’T STOP THINKING ABOUT MY PAST. It is this cycle that keeps on repeating , and it is hard for me to avoid this. I miss everything about my past and I want to go back in time and experience it a second time. What I have learnt is that the people you are…

But that moon…

Yesterday, the ambience on my roof top somewhat made me more comfortable. Usually I don’t like darkness because it reminds me of my past miseries, but to me it felt like ‘appealing’ is what I would say. Mostly at night I walk on my roof top , wondering about things and sort of refreshing myself…

It is simple: Your Life Matters

Everyday, we are questioning ourselves, doubting and risking our lives just because we think we ‘don’t fit in’. Our identity makes us unique and we stand out for it. We can’t be like others and we DON’T have to. We don’t know what other people are going through, people just die because of diseases and…

Things do not work like this

  This blog post represents my revised opinion over death as it has changed for me in  recent days. Sometimes I feel how it could be impossible to comfort a person who lost their loved ones.  I will never be able to know what they are going through. Even when I will be sad, I…

“The term ‘being perfect’ is alien to me”

It is such a depressing  convulsion how we want to be like someone else out there or we want to do something because the other person did that. Everyday we ignore our true talent but it’s always about how that person is better than me. Either we compare ourselves to others or there are people…

Living x years of life

When I realised the other day that for 14 years of my life , I always  used to think about my problems , a belief  that made me think how I always used to be a sufferer . Sometimes questioning about the worth of living this life and hoping that I will once live a…

This train ain’t gonna come back

This is a poem that I wrote for my class’s farewell . Last Friday, we had a virtual End of Year Party (I know it’s weird) but our teachers insisted us to attend it and so I wanted to write something for my class too. This train ain’t gonna come back As I stood silently…

That love is still alive

It’s like yesterday When I was sitting close to them Hugging and sharing that love immensely Whispering something gently in their ears And making them realise That I will always stick with them That I will never leave  them But those promises were soon broken Because reasons had separated us And we were forced to…

“The soft murmurs of a daffodil”

As the moon shone its luminosity And the wind brought me with cool air The sky was lucid and cloudless Only the yellow light lamps were on the street I sat on a frosted bench Feeling the warmth from my mother’s lap It was an odd night As light wind blew by The faint whispers…