Neither Here Nor There
There are times when music is the only solace that there is. And these songs never get old.
Everything she ever wanted or dreamed of was planned out through a careful battle inside her head. There was no space for anything impulsive. Impulse wasn’t mapped.
Her dreams were achievable (sometimes the voice in her head would tell her that these are not dreams) her expectations were derived,after years of observation and experimentation. There’s no point in expecting what does not happen.
She was always according to plan, and so she was happy.
Your inadequacies are a figment of yours or someone else’s imagination. Imagine nice things. It’ll solve all your problems.
I wish I had a typewriter!
I seem to be stripped of the walls around me. Safety no longer exists. Public transport has become a little too public. I feel like I should hire people to protect me, but that wouldn’t be safe either. I find myself running to the safety at my house. My own curfew now is 6 (when at one point I used to believe that even at 12, my city is safe).
I’m afraid that one gang rape empowers more gang rapes. I’m afraid that everyone who I don’t know could sexually harass me. I’m afraid that a stare will not be just a stare. I’m afraid that I’ll be touched. I’m afraid for every woman’s life.
I could be wearing a 100 layers of clothes, but I haven’t felt more naked in my life.
Everything was still. Leaves stopped breathing. Animals moved away. The wind changed direction. The sun, in its glory, stopped moving so that a passer by wouldn’t know if it was setting or rising. The orange of the sun shone from behind the white clouds onto the perfectly still water. The trees guarded the water from any disturbances and the skies stood guardian over the world, like a king.
The beaut was unbearable. Nothing could disturb the celestial feeling that came with this undisturbed serenity. The forests stood tall, with their green smiles, The rocks stay still looking out at the picturesque outdoors, in awe at the magnificence that they were a part of.
And in this stillness, beauty, quiet, and absolute harmony, there came a little drop. One drop from the leaves of heaven, that coloured the beauty. While it spread, nothing sucked it out. Instead, it creeped into all that was pure, making it impure. All that was beautiful, now stained by a little drop.
It’s not about coming home drunk and crying, but why it’s so.
If you can control yourself enough to correct your grammar, you should be sober enough to know what’s making you this way
It’s not about about living life as a hermit, it’s more about proving that you can
Because at the end of the day, it would be better for you to differentiate between right and left.
And however profound that thought might be, you’re alone in this world, and this world you’ve created is all yours.
How you treat that
What you want that to mean
What it signifies
All that is yours
You are god, and and god is you
Maybe that’s why everything is so hard to figure out