Guilty

With you, I do not just smile. I

 glow.

With you, I do not just cry. 

I pour.

Without you, I don't just yell. 

I burn.

The Funeral

And maybe I ‘ll walk around, and huddle in a corner of the street 

because there is nothing to go home to

And maybe I’ll speak at length to strangers, hear them talk about what love and life means to them

because I am not sure what it means to me anymore after you

And maybe I will book a one way ticket and get away from the dustorm of late monday nights and early tuesday mornings 

Because ‘we’ may be dead in the real world but we live on in between my nights and mornings

And maybe.. just maybe I will keep my phone on, just incase you call. Just incase you call me to tell me there is something to come home to.

Intention Vs Action

... and the worst part is that we do not suffer the repurcussions of out good intentions. We suffer the consequences of our actions. The ones we took. And the ones we never did.

When Silence is an Enemy

But you already knew that the dark doesn't make the bruises disappear.

It just makes them harder to see.

Just like you knew already, that the silence doesn't make everything right again.

it just makes it easier to not say anything else.

No. This is what is really important.

Everyday.


The world nudges me , sometimes subtly, while in others, grabs me and drags me by my hand, screaming in my ear- This is important! That is what you need to work on!This is urgent! What the f*** are you doing? THAT is what you need to worry about! And then this too!And that too!

And everyday,


I make the choice of whether I want to be lead by it or jerk my hand away, place it on my heart and say No. This is what is really important.