Hold me.

No, I don't want you to say " It's going to be okay."
I want you to hold me , stay with me until it 'gets okay'.
I want you through the rain and storm
Through the thunder and darkness
When my soul cringes to believe in faith
When it ceases to believe in me
I want you to look me in the eyes
Let me see my own reflection in you.
See me in you.
One who has no doubts and fears
One who is so fierce
To have loved a soul like you.

No, I don't want you to say " I will always be there".
I want you to caress my hair , kiss me on the forhead .
Say no words
Just hold me tight
Hold me until your 'always ' becomes
'forever'.

When my hands shiver,
When my legs have lost all their strength,
When my body has just given up on me.
No, I don't just want you to say " I will grow old with you".
I want you to 'grow' old with me.
To grab me by the waist and kiss me
Like your lips touched mine never before.

When my soul is tired of living
Surviving .
Merely existing.
With that bent spine and wrinkled shaky hand of yours.
I want you to embrace me in your warmth.
Say no words
Just hold me tight.
Hold me until I feel this world is a better place for us to thrive.

Darklight

She was made of darkness and light , a paradox in her own . Her light enough to show her own tribe. Her darkness though was a side of hers she never believed she had . It created her and consumed her.Like a demon and an angel resting in one soul. Angel is the well wisher she thought . But the dark side of life makes her trust the demon more. 

     She has been always afraid to face the demon in her. Yet it was her reality ...it was time to accept it. The perception that angels are good and demons are evil started fading  away as she stepped her way into the darkness. It was her mind playing games with her she realised. It's not what you look at that matters , it's what you see.  There is no good and evil ...it's our vision , how we decide to perceive it . Learning to embrace the darkness took more courage than clinging on to the light .

        She may not be the same person now , the one made with darkness and light. Her energies are synchronised.  The light and darkness are no longer two different aspects. The synergies of the two gave her a feeling of euphoria. 

She was made of darklight , a paradox in her own .

I am more than a girl

I am more than a girl who looks in the mirror at her flawless self and thinks she’s beautiful.

I am that woman who sees her flaws and still feels beautiful.

She knows she’s not perfect and doesn’t have to be.

I am more than a girl who struggles making her winged liner perfect and dresses up like the “red carpet look.”

I am that woman who knows to embrace her body without the need of fancy clothes.

She knows they compliment her body but do not define her.

I am more than a girl who loves to dance all night to loud music.

I am that woman who loves to move her body to the rhythm of the music that takes her into her own little world.

She doesn’t care about perfecting the steps, she just goes with flow of music, feels her body, her emotions without missing a beat.

I am more than a girl you can have a small talk with…

I am that woman who wants to have real deep conversations…

About the stars, the moon, about the meaning of life.

She wants to know your passion, your purpose,

She hates small talks, they are just empty.

I am more than a girl who will choose her friends, her family above everything else.

I am that woman who will sometimes cheat a little bit and choose “herself” first.

She knows the happiness with friends and family

But sometimes, she chooses the peace in solitude.

I am more than a girl whom you can just hurt, apologize and get away with.

I am that woman who for once, will forgive you but will forever leave you with regret.

She doesn’t believe in taking revenge, she wants the peace that forgiveness brings.

I am more than just a girl you can fall in love with,

I am that woman who makes you fall in love with life.

An open letter to the ex boyfriend I am still in love with..

  Have you ever loved someone so much that you set them free? Have you  felt in spite of their absence, they still reside in your  heart?
       
Yes, relationships are a two way street. They are about give and take, about making each other happy. But when you truly love someone just giving them all of you unconditionally is enough, feels enough. Sometimes, you have to love a person without expecting anything in return because you know you will never be able to give the same love to anyone else. Your heart and soul will never accept anyone new.They have been damaged beyond repair.None but that person has the power to rebuild the broken you....but that person has left. That person will never look behind. A person whom you gave everything, wholeheartedly, gave you nothing in return. Nobody is ever going to understand how bad that hurts!

    I lost a part of my soul. My soul has been teared apart.
    I trusted you with a part of my soul, I put a part of me in you.
    But you went and stabbed it with a basilisk fang...
    My soul put up a fight, it didn't want to say goodbye.
    But you stabbed harder, it screamed in agony.
    It was totally destroyed, it begged for mercy.
    But you ignored it's pleas for forgiveness, you stabbed it harder       with the fang. 
    It no longer resisted the stabs. 
    Slowly, it let go, it let the pain sink in.
    You continued stabbing it till it was gone.
    And that's how I lost a part of my soul.
    You have killed something inside me. 
    I feel an empty space in the chest.
    I never knew you had the power to do something so brutal.
    In spite of all the cuts and bruises , my heart still yearns for you.
    With all the wounds and tears , I still love you.
    I never thought "forever " was supposed to end so soon.
    You broke all your promises , you destroyed them all.
    but I shall keep them safe , safe inside my heart.

   I miss you every freaking second of the day.
   Your hands , your touch....I still feel them.
   I feel the gentle brush of your lips against mine.
   The taste of your kiss still lingers in my mouth.
   I still feel the warmth of your hugs , the comfort in your arms.

Our love.
The love which was never to be lost.
The love which gave everyone hope.
The love which had faced a lot.
The love which overcame every obstacle.
The love which grew stronger with time.
The love which was so pure.
But soon it became the love  which left everyone in pain.
Never to be  heard of....never to be spoken of.
The love which shattered everyone.
The love which never gave a chance for justifications.
The love that felt like a perfect dream , turned into a terrible nightmare.
I never dreamt of this but we all are living in a dark space.

I have shown the world and you... how strong I am.
I can just try to pretend as if everything's fine , put up a fake smile,
take a deep breath and laugh at all the little things in life.
But every moment without you still kills me.
who can I tell this?
I've been dying every second . It's giving me a slow death.
But how does that concern you.
Nobody cares.
You don't. 
Do you?



Do you still remember me? Do you still cry sometimes?
Do you still regret those memories?
Or do you still wish I was there besides you , with you , for you, in your arms?

Do you still feel my presence?
Do you still remember the taste of my love?
Do you still remember the way you looked at me with those loving eyes?
Do you still remember the times when my smile was your world?

Do you still remember our long talks which would go on for hours?
Do you still remember the small promises which was supposed to last forever?
Do you still remember us?


Maybe it's just me.
Maybe I overthink and you dont' think that much.
Maybe you'll think later and I'll just stop thinking.
Maybe you'll come back and I'll walk away.
Maybe you'll never love again , maybe I'll do the same.
Maybe you'll cry , maybe I'll die in silent pain.
Maybe I'll regret thou I'll try had to forget.
Maybe we'll come together or maybe we'll walk away.
Maybe our life will be perfect or maybe we'll learn to live it in an imperfect way.



AUTHOR : ANONYMOUS

CONTENT EDITOR : SHARVI KADAM

What really matters?

                  I always see my mom stressing over trivial things like why my clothes are all over the place or about the mess in kitchen and also my dad stressing over unpaid bills or office deadlines
and I think to myself does this really matter? I mean I know discipline is important but sometimes it's okay to let things be out of order.                      
                  Sitting in my favorite cafe` right now , sipping this amazingly cold beverage.Feeling content in the moment . Feeling content in solitude. Thinking about the only question I didn't seem to find an answer for quite awhile now...
                  In the end...what really matters?                                               Is it that car you bought which has cost you a fortune?or that new designer dress? or maybe that college degree you earned ?

                       Often I see people stressing over things which are really not going to matter in the long run.Everyone just follows the crowd. People are always in the rat-race as if life's a competition.Seeing this everyday is upsetting me.

Creating a living for ourselves we often forget to live.

 I see people falling for temptations which would bring temporary happiness .It is because people don't see life from bird's eye view. They fail to see the bigger picture (including me). We hardly think what would give us long-term happiness. That is why we tend to find pleasure in material things rather than in our job, our passion or in our relationships. And we tend to mould these aspects of our life according to the material pleasures we want to seek.