I haven't experimented my feminity in a stretch but sometimes I wish I could keep one nail purple. A gentle reminder to myself that I will trust myself for long time in high and lows. I wish to Leave my curls open from time to time to feel the flow of wind instead of tension of twisted fate n rubber band. I really envy weekends, festivals even a chair.What if ?I was confident back then, life could have been different. But multiverses are sci fictional possiblities and we all are stuck with our own tragedies in a loop to sweat in sun n complain under moonlight

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Human hearts are like seashore. You foolishly believe that you can leave your impression everlasting. But with every wave your presence fades. You can collect shells to decorate your future walls in rememberence of what you had . But you can't fill the ocean breeze in your dream jar nor you stay forever on the shore.You have to move on to new beginnings, cuz ocean was never the destiny the river wanted. It was a goodbye to mountains, plains n pebbles who turn into sand .

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I turn to be unbloomed flower after the night Life yearning for sunlight. I wish I could become a dandelion Brave enough to fly away from comfort zone to new place finding new home n friends. Even if I know change is inevitable I chose to live in my mind for sense of belonginess.

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What happens if every star follows the sun, to impress every heavenly body. Its Burns faster towards it's own doom day. Be a star,who is thousand light years away from everything who gossips. It doesn't matter if you fail to do your conventational role,of being a part of a great constellation or to guide Lost human eyes. Its alright to Simply exist in your wildness .The one who know your worth will find you among thousands alike stars.

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I Wonder why I was so attracted to the briny dip sea and restless clouds. Maybe I wanted my problems to shrink in the salty water and run away like the clouds disconnected.
I heard that pearl is formed when irritant is trapped in the mollusk. That's why we are irritated by higher authority . I m happy to know that oysters anatomically don't have Central system, they can't feel pain even when they are being used .

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Sacrificing your youth
For a diluted truth
That we save every life in fraction of second
Everyone works hand in hand
But when saline splash on floor
And blood in veins become a river
When next of kin shiver
From adrenaline rush to adrenaline push
Only highlights are documented in rush
Wrapping all the mistake in white sheet
Filling all the gaps on medical sheet
They save them everytime
Blame is shifted toward us, in no time
But there is not a second for us to mourn
Working from dusk till dawn maybe to learn sometimes but mostly to earn.

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Sometimes you get to know the truth early, so that you can manipulate your expression like you have a Plan B. When life loses control and sets on auto pilot mode, you stare at Letter 'Y' for too long.
You wish to rewrite that day but in real life there is no keyboard which has Ctrl Z . Just plain letters from A-Z to convince yourself to chase numbers again .

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Not everyone can make you a chapter or dedicate a book. When all you have done is creating a gap, between their good and bad pages like a bookmark. When life become interesting that bookmark goes back to the last page of novel, waiting to be useful again for the owner. Giving is an decision but giving too much is a gamble of pride, to exchange insecurities for a place. Why we try to fill someone's ocean with a cup when we can paint one. I and me is a lonely place but only you can make yourself happy in the end at an affordable expense.

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As a young child I have loved my mother only and as a young women, I understand my dad more .
He was there in shadows but gone in daylight. A child feels love, when touched. But an adult eventually learns to feel love, even from miles in simple words like "good morning and good night beta".
"Dad" is a word which is underrated back then, and now. But when you grow up, you will understand him more, why his hands are rough ,irritated behaviour from work ,his old fashioned shirts and sunday long afternoon naps .

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These days, I feel my happiness is inversely proportional to the time my hairs are tied into a tight bun.Every time I release the tension around them, I feel I could breathe and dream.Although my working place absorbs energy irrespective of shades of sky and the only comforting zone in my life left is in shape of mattress.
I hope when my pockets fill with coins I could buy that time, when I was chasing kites for no reason

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