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The Unconquered Woman

Sad, lonely and terrified

She tries to free herself from the shackles of her past, her blood, and the society.

Crawling, broken and exhausted

Never underestimate her as weak, hopeless, and defeated.

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A Time To Think

Time is a fickle thing. Always changing, never the same. It is loyal to no era or timeline. Nothing grounds it. It knows no war or peace. Nor love or betrayal. It moves forward relentlessly, never faltering, on a quest only it knows of. Not an ounce of self-doubt it feels. Never having to face an existential crisis, it is focused solely on its purpose of moving to the next moment and the one after that. Forward and onward it goes, a spectator to the beauty and misery that is life. Does it merely observe or does it sympathize? Or more, does it empathize?

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I’m A Wreckage

I live a life of no attachments, not an ounce of lasting love

I push him and I push her, never letting them close enough

For are they even real, never in ways that carry weight

I speak not of their being or care, I’m not an imbecile

But the darkness descends, even in the brightest of days

Despite the haze from the pain, I see it crystal clear

This measly soul getting sucker-punched, when does it end

A meaningless existence of tire and agony, I admit defeat

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Fight For Control

Why do we have the urge to be in constant control of our lives? To know everything about ourselves. To plan everything to the tiniest detail. Is it our way of compensating for the uncontrollable aspects of our lives? There are some parts of our lives that we cannot change as much as we would like to – an external environment or conflict or situation. So, to balance it out, we seek to control the other aspects of our lives, even though they would function much better when left to their own tools. I am not saying one should not have goals and dreams. That is equally important. You do need these checkpoints in life to make it truly worthwhile. They need to be worthwhile only to you, and it doesn’t have to meet the societal standards of success or happiness. But the journey to these checkpoints is flexible. Stop trying to adhere to a strict rule or way of doing it. There is a certain satisfaction you get only when the journey is customized to your needs, wants, and requirements.

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Ramblings Of A Failure

I sit here with no words to describe

The nothingness that I feel inside

A life destined to lose I’ve made

I’m sick and tired of this charade

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The Dying Humanity

Humanity is lost in the luxuries of life. Simpler were those times when ignorance and naivety were the biggest parts of human life. Sometimes being less aware of everything is the recipe for a happy human being. Sure, mankind is ever-evolving and always curious about the mysteries of life. And the answer to some is a fruit as sweet as mother’s homemade apple pie.

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The Frustration Inside Of Her

She takes the knife to the depths of her heart

To reach the pain in the deepest of parts

Her love, her life, her soul, her being lost

What she has gotten is not worth the cost

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To Be In The Clutches Of Fear

Of all the emotions that could rule us, fear is definitely the worst. A small seed is all that is needed. Once planted, it requires neither sunlight nor water. It has strong roots, and overnight it could loom high and above us. It has the power to play with our every move and decision, much like a puppet master controls his puppets.

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Untitled Like Me

Every time he slapped, punched or kicked me

He left temporary marks on my body

But permanent scars on my mind

And scars speak volumes words cannot find

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Sometimes Suicide Means Freedom

I have been thinking. Suicide to mental illness is essentially death to cancer. Just because you have the latter does not mean the former ought to happen. Cancer has chemotherapy and everything that follows suit. On the other hand, mental illnesses have therapy and all that comes with it. You cannot fault a person who has cancer for being unable to get better with chemotherapy. Nor can you fault them for dying as a result. You do not say, “If only X had tried harder to get over cancer.” or “If only Y thought about their loved ones and healed.”. They have given it their best. Nobody’s first choice is to fail. So, should mental illnesses not be treated with the same care and attitude? Because guess what? They want to live as much as you do, despite the never-ending chasm inside them every single day.