I rewrite those scars
on paper to ache less tonight
on my skin,
pretending you to be the reader.
I rewrite those vulnerabilities
on paper to feel safe tonight
in your arms,
pretending you to be the savior.
I rewrite those prayers
on paper to believe again tonight
your return in my life,
pretending you to be everything
you couldn't became.
-
There's a savior within us all;
Listen--listen to its call.
So when you're torn and weary--
And everything's just leading you
Towards that iridescent bridge
Of blissful insanity,
Listen--listen to the call;
For, there's a savior within us all.-
*Medical Student During Exam days*
Jagaaye ga na muje,
bhoolenga toh nhi ?😕-
A king so meek,
A priest but sacrificed,
A prophet fulfilled prophecies.-
Refusing to eat my lunch and crying after the teacher forced me too....
She told me that I would get locked up in a so called "dark room" the school had for some other purpose if I hadn't finished the food, that name was used to terrorise the children of my age at that time. This is one of my first school memory.
Age has now made me understand that food comes as a savior in my dark moments.
Some things, you just need to be patient to understand.-