Perspective 👓

A change in perspective it takesTo wear a lens of your choiceAdjustable and free to situationsOf your preferable frequenciesOnes which you would loveTo happen and take ride onAnd which notches othersAs possible as can beWhether you like six or nineYou know it takes just a flip aroundTo see what rejoices you andMake you witness how…

Wings

Having no wings is fineHaving them is beyond wordsAnd having them cut is worst of allYou will find blade near byWith imprints of someoneCloser than airAnd reason behind the wings

Your Words

Have you seen that paper, which when placed near the fire blackens and burns with the fine line of red fire indicating it’s pace of burning and constantly going up? Yes that rim of spark rising exponentially… Well that’s how my heart is burning constantly. Do not misjudge me, I don’t play with fire, I…

Slipping into the unknown

There will come a time in your span of living when mere announcing your choices and decisions won’t matter to any one. The time will be like a sharp knife against your throat, you feel the death so near yet you are unable to make any movement to run away. Though your choices you make…

Longing while missing

For that which wasAnd For this that isI am in-betweenLonging for thatMissing out thisAdding that to my tomorrowI reckon I am a loserFor this i will be longing for A day it becomes that.

Keep going

I want to keep going and conquer the consequences, own the life and rise above the fears and doubts 🌺. The dots of my life should ultimately present a cherishing connection, a worthy to follow path.

Living in the alley of fears

I don’t know wheather it’s good to disclose it here or not but I want to confess that I am struggling with my life right now. There are things taking toll on me and I am not strong enough to stand any more. The continuous chaos has interrupted my thinking and processing abilities. That commotion…

Different versions of the Story

A canvas is one but different perspectives yearn different stories. Each story has its significance and therefore the frame of reference, it’s mere our prejudice that stains someone’s idea of canvas. Having your own version of the story doesn’t make you out of frame, though may be it might pe allowing you to be out…

Slipping into the unknown

There will come a time in your span of living when mere announcing your choices and decisions won’t matter to any one. The time will be like a sharp knife against your throat, you feel the death so near yet you are unable to make any movement to run away. Though your choices you make…