There have been days where I’m awake, and then there are days I thought I was awake but I wasn’t really. Of course I’m using my own personal definition of ‘awake’ here. The sky has been a wonderful recluse. This new view is now slowly becoming a habit, it’s becoming familiar. I’ve gotten used to…… Continue reading tomorrow belongs to me
Endings have come and gone suddenly. What was next to me a moment ago has been separated by a city, very suddenly at that. While preparing to move out I forgot to pack bits and pieces pf myself in the luggage and now those bits of me are left home. My mother will probably find…… Continue reading unknown.jpg
Every time I post a blog post after a long time I think to myself – hm, now I shall be consistent with my writing. Now I will dedicate myself to it, surrender to the burden of my thoughts. Let them walk out of my brain and crawl linearly over my arms and slide onto…… Continue reading on writing and romanticism
July was like: here’s a bittersweet candy, let me force it down your throat. not being able to read for more than 10 minutes at a time. wanting to cry but not being able to. a dessert blessing, an ocean curse. an overcrowded plate making my friend cry, on mute. the world becomes saturated when…… Continue reading july oh july
a grocery list of things my mind has been full of the last couple of days: simultaneously learning 2 languages is heroic and also v v stressfulI cried while listening to happy songs for no apparent reason, felt holy laterstopped reading 3 books and started a fourth onehave wanted to do things, but then haven’t…… Continue reading I wait for my body to feel like a body
i hate lukewarm coffee but the climate has a personal vendetta against the steam in my ceramic cup sigh. i thought she was sleeping until she said “want me to warm your coffee for you?” somehow, she always knows even though she realises that i’ll forget to drink it warm again i like the borrowed…… Continue reading a monologue about a winter poem that was written at 1 AM
These days everything overwhelms me. I’m not sure if this is a good thing. There’s clutter everywhere and even though I pick things up and organise them every once in a while, the unstructured ghost, the stuff of nightmare, tumbles everything. It’s tedious to look at things unorganised, but there’s nothing I can do about…… Continue reading juggling through moderate hell
It’s been 9 months since the apocalypse materialised (or the public knowledge of it) and 12 days since 2021 began. I look at my hands and see 2 palms and 10 fingers and about a 100 crisscrossing lines and then I put them in my pocket or tug the backpack because lord do I not…… Continue reading turbulence
it goes something like (you’re walking home) (and all of a sudden you hear the wind chimes in someone’s window) (you focus on it long enough to realise you swallowed at least 84 words today) (you looked but you didn’t really see things) (they love you but they won’t tell you, but they love you)…… Continue reading prescription: swallow a minimum of 27 words a day
My favourite way to start a blog post usually is by recapping a sky observation, but as sad as it may sound, I’ve forgotten to look out my window. Things have been, scattered, and I have, been blindfolded. Today in my creative writing class our teacher gave us an impromptu question, she gave us the…… Continue reading pineapple trauma and feeling uncharted things – august
Since the last couple weeks, I’ve been waking up everyday in the belief that the truth is something I’ve made up because my brain just won’t register the fact that something like this could happen to me outside of the daydream I built in my head. A few weeks ago I got accepted into my…… Continue reading I want to make a home out of this feeling
something about grief having soft hands because she knows pain / something about the diagonally falling rain / something about my blanket being the best shoulder to cry on / something about making my parents proud / something about coming first in English and finding an even bigger void to fill / something about getting…… Continue reading something about july – a poem
The clouds have been gathering in the sky a lot often nowadays and they’re usually the highlight of my day. It looked like cotton candy today. Each second gets heavier by the moment, since I’ve started registering for my university entrance exams it becomes more apparent to me how real all of this is. I…… Continue reading this silhouette of uncertainty has defeated the monster under my bed in a knife fight
Universe Of The Unspoken 