Connections

The road is dark and dusty Have fallen a lot and bruised my knee Don’t pick me up, but Make yourself seen So I can pick myself up to be with you And tread the paths like never before Walking alongside, forgive me If I don’t appreciate the leaves The rumble of stones And laugh at every drop of a hat You don’t need to make me laugh Hold my hand and please don’t stop pointing At every passing day I’ll catch up when the clouds are gone When we discover a new world, never seen before When you come home, I might not be The ball of light I want to be To light every dark circle of your eye The warmth that blows the cold away Fill you with sweetness, which overcomes your bitterness No I haven’t drowned in darkness Just allow me to find my fire To regain my light, for me When we both feel alive, like never before In this slow, painful slumber Just know, that I am counting every moment And reliving every moment to be For there is more ...

Who said that thoughts or actions cannot be inspired on a gloomy Saturday morning? The overcast is loaded with the information about the recent future. We automatically assume that rains (heavy or subtle) are most likely to pour   down and hence change our plans accordingly. But walking in the rain, look up at the sky. You can see each droplet falling on your face like the sky is falling on you. To me I think there is more to rain than the usual claims. Most people find it gloomy, a lot of them call it romantic (mostly in the warmer countries ;) ). Rain could be so many different things.   When I look up to soak the rain I get mixed feelings. At first I feel like my most precious feelings/dreams/possessions are washed away and that I have to recollect the broken pieces before it all gets lost. But then I slowly get my act together and realize that endings are important. They are inevitable for new beginnings. If my old possessions are not was...

Never mind about my identity, my background and most importantly my picture. I am a female. That should be enough to comprehend this piece of text. No, Not another feminist who claims to delete men from the surface of the earth because she is some victim of the highly overrated human emotion called love which has been reduced to a mere act of hormonal overdose. This is about the more human side of the woman. Not humane. Yes I am talking about the human. Yes, I am a biological being and not different from nature’s laws – women are the limiting factor in the reproduction of human species. Millions of sperms (embodied by their male figures) have to chase one egg (embodied by the female counterpart) to successfully propagate. And this is exactly what men do and it’s not even their fault. Then how are we superior from horses, dogs, donkeys, and for that matter – rabbits!!! We claim to be (apparently) one of the more intelligent races and according to books of ecology and evoluti...

They have burnt my desires, never reached my ambition They have taken trust away, but untouched remains my belief! Dragged me through pain, threw me on raw heat Sucked me dry of self esteem Punched holes through my skin and paralysed my confidence right left and centre Lying in flood of tears, smelling the pungent blood, broken and numb… I look up and smile at the fresh new ray lighting up my face I can now fill my emptiness with the breath of sweet fragrance of hope Made mistakes, bathed in drunk madness and been reckless But now at its limit, I cannot make it worse, can only look forward My body may be paralysed, my soul lies intact Pain of loss was for only for objects of affection How can you steal my hopeless love for love Am so self degraded, that I can only grow from here After losing everything, what I have is really worth living for! The fire has given me, the pure sense of being The emptiness gave me an excitement of future fulfill...