Hello, Instagram!

Hello bloggers! Haven’t been keeping in touch, apologies.

So, I’ve finally decided to join Instagram. I’ll be uploading the same content over there, as I upload over here. It’ll just be in a different format.

Drop by to say hello! Also, if you’ve ever had any questions which you’ve wanted to ask but felt shy, ask me on Instagram, without the presence of an audience.

I will be uploading short videos and photographs clicked by me as well. Instagram is a better platform for that, as compared to WordPress.

So, that is it. Looking forward to hearing from you!



Mumma says I’m like you, papa

My eating habits

Sleeping habits

She says, I’m exactly like you

And that thought terrifies me a little,

If I’ll be honest-

This; honesty, integrity, ethics, discipline

This is the good part

Which I have learnt from you.

But your fear of intimacy;

My fear of intimacy

Your dissatisfaction with everything, everyone;

My dissatisfaction with everything, everyone

Your abusive nature;

My impatient nature-

Scares me a little.

I am your daughter, papa

And I am like you

But deep inside, I tell myself

I am not you.


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Life is an incomplete thought

Lost in my subconscious

Floating in a sea

Of jumbled words

And broken colours

Of scrambled memories

And light above.

Faces that keep surfacing

And I, who keep drowning

In my own mind.


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This thought is so beautiful

And terrifying at the same time-

You will disappear someday

And everything will go on

Life will move on


Or without you

You will exist in minds

But that too will fade away


Then, there will be no trace of you

To hold on.


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How does a space

Trapped between walls and ceilings

Become a home?

How do some people

Begin to mean more

Than the rest?

Does blood relation always mean family?

Does family always feel like home?

Is home a living space

Inside which we live?

Breathe in its inhalation;

Window of fresh air.

Do all these bricks

Line the skin of my home?

If yes, then tell me

How does one shift bodies,

From an old home

To a new marbled one.


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All my insecurities

Twist and churn

Words after words uttered in moments

Fickle; grow thorns in me

Who are all these people?

What is happening?

Have I grown knives on my tongue

Or have I cut myself deep within?

The ugly me grows on my skin

To keep people and hurt away

Yet here I am, trying to breathe

And not break.


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We’re all just stories,

word after word being written.


Yet isolated.

Breathing in this choking space.

Moving in circles and circles

Trying to make sense of things

With our limited knowledge of everything.


What do you see in the image?

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What’s been has been

I don’t hold much regrets

But sometimes I like to think

Years later, maybe we’ll meet

In a cold winter night

I’ll be with my friends

You’ll be with yours

And we will cross each other’s path

We recognise each other

And remember the past

But move on in our ways

With a smile,

Oh what a smile!

Then maybe we text

Exchange a hello

How have you been

I think you think

Wow, he looked good

Wow, she looked good

These years of separation have done us good

Now, even ahead in the future maybe we meet again

But this time a little more pleasant

A little less distant

Life doesn’t always give second chances

And we know better now.

So for now, it’s a goodbye

The time is not right

Soon, I hope to see you

I hope you see me

As we may be

As we may be.


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Which version of reality is true?

Which story rings true?

Words which tie pain together

Us, his and her.

How will people breathe?

How can they just let it be?

Is it just me who is choking

Not being able to understand this shocking

Normal abnormal reactions

To a string of actions

Which flow in my mind

Days past and days forward, I’ll think back to this tide

Of motions in that life,

Because I have changed

I have changed.


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Thorns in my throat

Will roses bloom on my tongue?

Will roots spread to my legs and hold me still, to this moment?

Will I bow to the sun each morning?

Will I wither after getting plucked?

Will I grow to more roses

Or die while trying?


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Bathing in the river of light

Sunkissed land and burning white

Above me, inside me

A sky that was within my reach

Dancing on my fingertips

Whirlwind moods and thoughts

Left behind in a place

I returned home to,

These monuments of red bricks.

Sand on my finite skin

Ocean in the infinite me

Flowing, flowing, going

To a place unknown to all.


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