One day and Someday

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My heart’s greatest desires
are confined to one day and someday
there is so much for me to offer
yet you remain stuck at my shores

So I hope that one day
you’ll meet me in my depths
embrace me like I dreamt you would
Unafraid of the immensity

I’ve been seeking words for so long
it’s almost as if I’ve lived an infinity
trying to express myself, someday I will
Unshackled that day, I will rage like the sea

My heart’s greatest fear is that one day
Time will stop ticking, stop running
I might crumple beneath the pain
What then of my one day and someday?

Maybe today is all I have, all we have
Today is one day.
Today is someday.
Will I have the courage to live it?

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Hello dear reader, I don’t know how many of you are reading this. I used to have a very loyal group of people who always supported me with my writing. I have been inactive for so long, I’m afraid you might all have forgotten me. Med school has been tiring and trying, but i have been writing. And i think I’ll try to be more loyal to this blog from now on.

Hope you’re all doing well.

Forever grateful 💗

Starry Night

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‘Twas a starry night. So, he tossed and turned suffocated under the burden of sleep, that eluded him

Through the windows, he saw the stars. Obscure and distant.

So he beseeched them, “Do we appear as minuscule to you as you do to us?”

They twinkled and gleamed, “yes” they whispered back.

One sole abstruse star, celestial and heavenly, whispered, “but when we fall, we see heads bowed, eyes closed, lips moving.”

Its dazzling luminescence unfaltering, “When we fall, in you we see light.”

“Light,” the young boy chuckled, “light is what you are made of.”

Ironic.

“In you, I see the light of hope, gratitude, love and prayer,” it murmured, “and that shines brighter than all.”

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So I know that I haven’t posted in a very long time. My college started and it’s really hectic right now.

I am trying to manage time better, so I hope I can post more frequently. I hope all of you are doing well.

Nothing Missing

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Undone.
Incomplete.
Something missing.
We think we are pieces of a puzzle,
You and I.

Faith.
Hope.
The last of our expectations.
immersed in the notion of something
that will fulfill us.

We are so intrigued with this idea
of someone
Completing us.
Healing us.
Filling us.

Sometimes I wonder…
Maybe we were born whole,
not nuts and bolts.
not a jigsaw puzzle.
nothing missing.

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Do you hear it?

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It holds you in its arms
Cradles you, caresses you.
Mistake it not for warmth,
for Grief is an ocean
Vast. Deep. Relentless.

Somebody, everybody and nobody
All have grief in common,
for grief spares none.
I wear it differently
It looks unrecognisable on you.

Grievance is for the dead,
was a lesson taught in school
oh but there is more to it
grief is for change, loss and being
is a lesson taught by life.

Tides and currents run wild
in its unfathomable waves
it comes to everyone
in its own time
and knocks you off your feet.

There is no running, no escaping.
When it hurts to even breathe
remember that it changes on a dime
one day, impossibly, it won’t hurt this bad
that’s how you survive.

I think I’m past it
alas it strikes again, starts again.
you can not control it,
let it in when it comes, feel it
let go of it, when you can

There are names playing on its lips,

My name. Your name.

Do you hear it?

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Worldly Cage

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All things that begin
must come
to an inevitable end.
A cry of distress,
in an unfamiliar world
and hence begins life.

Some live for a 100 years
without being alive
for even
a second of it.
We are our own undoing.
Blessing or tragedy?

Stop and smell the roses,
they say.
Maybe I should
become that rose
and carry that beauty
within me.

I wish to forge
my own path.
Untethered, free and wild.
Liberated from this worldly cage,
and when Death finally finds me
may it find me alive.

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The other day, I came across an African proverb : “When death comes to find you, may it find you alive.”

We spend a lot of our lives being held back by trying to become what we think others expect us to be. We let ourselves be trapped in a cage.

Our soul knows what it wants. At this very moment, it’s speaking to you. Listen. Then go do it, grab it, live it.

Something went wrong with my WP a few days ago, and this got posted before I was done editing it. I removed it as soon as it happened, but a few of you had already read it and left comments. I’m sorry I had to delete that post because it just wasn’t ready. This is the final and improved version!

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The Cosmos

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We carry the universe within
We are the cosmos
stardust in the veins,
a collection of dead stars.

Splendor and magnificence flowing
light seeping through each pore.
Shackles of gravity chasing us
our being chooses to be untethered.

Nothing but a hoard of ordinary atoms
bound by opulence and beauty.
Our actuality is ephemeral
in the perpetual history of time.

We carry the universe within
We are the cosmos
until we wash away into oblivion
cessation of life – nothingness.

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Mindless Musings #4

Ever so often we find ourselves looking for people, places, memories and opportunities that make our hearts ache. But in a good way.

Some find happiness in running after that feeling, chasing it in bars and discos. Jumping off cliffs only to have a trace of its grandeur. Intoxicated by its scent in foreign skies and seas.

Some find solace in the hope that it will come to them. That all they must do, is believe in its power, its possibility, and trust it with all their heart, and the wait will be worth it.

That feeling is what makes the World go round.

Earth, our home, found it in its path around the Sun.
Sun, our star, found it in its luminosity and illumination.
Water, our sustenance, found it wrapped in the bonds between hydrogen and oxygen.
Wind, our cosmos, found it in the chirp of every bird that beautifies it.
Fire, our energy, found it in the oxygen that strengthens it.

Sometimes, it comes in our early years. Others spend ages feeling incomplete.
Sometimes, it comes right when you need it. Others learn that it has the worst timing ever.
Sometimes, it comes when you’re ready to hold on. Others are caught completely off guard.

I made a wish for that feeling, then placed it in my soul.

I promise to welcome its immensity and its enormity the next time we bump paths.

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Masked

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1. She veiled herself, unable to accept the flaws. The world, patiently awaited her exit from hiding, ready for her light.

2. Their reluctant hands met. Sparks flew, warmth coarsed and love grew in the silence. Hiding behind smiles, they embraced it.

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This is in response to Twenty Word Tuesday (TWT) held by Bulbul’s Bubble. This week’s prompt was : Hiding (https://wp.me/pbcaAs-xo)

I took two different angles at this. Let me know what you think!

Forevermore

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The “what ifs,” the “could have beens”
cloud my thoughts and actions.

Forevermore.

They’d come back, I was told
to haunt me.

Regrets.

I go back in time
I choose differently this time.

Another chance.

I live in the past
The present drifts away.

Another mistake.

Now I am thinking
about “what was but will never again be”

Torment.

To have something
only to lose it.

Tragic.

My heart’s greatest desire
Became ghosts in the shadows.

Irony.

what hurts more
“what ifs” or “what weres”

Another question.

The past is a deadly place to live in
I wish I could tell my younger self.

A warning.

Lessons I learn, consequences I face
Forward, I hope I move.

Forevermore.

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Obliquity – Short Stories

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1. She looked down. A deep gash ran obliquely over her torso. Blood sputtering. White light beckoned. Was this the end?

2. It was a suicide, they said. She pulled the trigger, but their oblique remarks towards her body held the gun.

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This is my attempt at the Twenty Word Tuesday event hosted by Bulbul’s bubble. (https://wp.me/pbcaAs-wZ)

This week’s prompt was: Oblique.

While both these 20 word stories are about death. They are in two completely different contexts.

In reference, to the second story, I would like to take this opportunity to convey how important it is for all of us to be mindful of our words and actions. They have great power. They can create and destroy.

To anyone who is going through a tough time, stay strong. It does get better.

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The Aftermath

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I sit here in silence
surrounded by the echoes
of who we used to be.

I sit here in silence
This Darkness is my companion
how did it get ahold of me?

I sit here in silence
The memories of our past
clasp my throat; I am choking.

I sit here in silence
The tears of your love
in my eyes, are blinding me.

I sit here in silence
There’s a void inside of me
it’s where your promises used to be.

I sit here in silence
Dealing with the aftermath
of an epic love. Your love.

I breathe in. I breathe out.

Inhale. Exhale.

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Fervent Goodbyes – A short story.

The soulful symphonies of her last breaths echoed in his ears. Their souls kissed a fervent goodbye, in slow motion.

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This is my attempt at coming up with a short story in exactly 20 words in response to the Twenty Word Tuesday held by Bulbul’s Bubble. (https://bulbulsbubble.home.blog/2020/08/11/twenty-word-tuesday-week-2/)

The prompt for this week was – slow motion.

This was my take at the prompt. I hope I was able to do justice.

Eric, William and Ernest

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Eric, William and Ernest,
had all devoted their words to her.
Each syllable stirred, an innominate emotion,
each word pulled at her heartstrings.

So she set sail,
her heartsrings moulded into a mast,
her heart became the anchor
as she embarked to write about him.

‘His eyes, the colour of Earth
almost as if they dared her to venture,
to unearth the secrets they veiled
left her bewitched.

His scent intoxicated her,
reminded her of the comfort and stability
his arms offered as they engulfed her.
His heart beating in her ears.

His presence, made her heart smile,
propelled warmth into her soul
and dazzled her spirit,
promising to stay beside her.’

A single tear escaped from each eye
as she put the pen down
Each word that she had inscribed
sent a wave of sorrow.

As she mourned what could have been,
as she grieved over her loss,
as she devoted words to him
she became Eric, William and Ernest.

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A Funeral

your heart was but a beast,
a friend of the devil
that yearned to grasp
the reins of my heart.

My soul was starving,
I believed the lies you fed me
alas, you walked over my heart
until I was but a shadow
of who I used to be.
Flickering.

I dug a shallow pit
by a brook beside the green fields
to bury the memories,
the good and the bad.

I left lilies over it.
Your favourite.
Hence was the funeral
of the girl I used to be.

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My Monsters

A familiar feeling flooded me
A chill in my bones,
I shuddered, I grimaced
anticipating the callous blow

And then all at once,
It felt cold. tyrannical. merciless.
I shuddered, I grimaced
weary of its hostility

I felt my heart beating frantically,
I heard blood rushing in my veins,
I heard my panic mocking me
as though I was powerless

A familiar feeling flooded me
A chill in my bones,
there was no escape now,
my monsters befell me

So I sat there motionless,
they finally arrived
greetings, Depression.
greetings, Anxiety.
greetings, Terror.
My Monsters.

Bygone

Around him, she’d learned to dance to the rustle of leaves. He had taught her to wash away every sorrow in the first rainfall of every monsoon.

He had taught her to sing, to the cackling flames. And from him, she’d learned to comfort the howling winds.

Then one night, the celestial light had beckoned him, But she had nowhere to go. The celestial light had showed him the way, but she had lost her path.

The flames had consumed him, But they had burned a part of her too. He was everywhere, But she was nowhere to be found.

Sliver of Hope

Shamelessly, she held onto that sliver of hope. The odds, ludicrously against her. Yet she stood her ground, grasping on to it. Maybe that was her strength.

Her combat had just ended, blood trickled down her skin. Clothes clung to her body, and a thousand scars adorned her form.

Yet she chose to believe, that humanity, the very one that had killed her lover and forced her to battle unknown anonymous heroes at the border was capable of warmth.

Anticipating that the end of the war would mean an end to all sufferings, she returned home, giddy with joy, only to find rubble and debris where her home was.

Dejected and in anguish, she made her way towards the young boy in the middle of the wreckage and as the toddler wrapped his little body around her leg, shrieking with joy, she knew that her sliver of hope had survived.

Beguile

There’s a certain beauty in pain that terrifies me. It’s a feeble yet mellow allure that entices me

There’s a certain beauty in pain that terrifies me. It’s a feeble yet mellow allure that entices me