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This is a public service announcement: Always keep your head in the clouds

@kendricklamar got me screaming this each day. Here’s hoping I believe it soonly.

Therapy update: How can someone love you if you don’t love yourself?

I started working on my inner child and finally started seeing how long I’ve ignored that side of me. I hold a lot of anger and letting that go will probably be hard. Here’s to taking it one step at a time.

I’m writing this as a reaffirmation to myself and anyone else reading, it is never that late to start working on yourself.

PS: I’m pinning this on the feed to never lose track of what I’m actually fighting for.

I spent some time taking this photo.

I guess, partly because I remembered my decade spanning fascination with the Loch Ness monster and Scotland, which was a memory set from the past that I couldn’t access anymore.

Staying alone, my brain seems to be working overtime so I’ve been remembering quite a bit.

And the more I remember, the more I feel like running back to Bangalore.

There is something intoxicating about familiarity and the security it offers.

Feels hard choosing a new life when you know that the connection to your old life is slowly and permanently fading.

Fuck it. Let me get back to pondering about how Goa way and Go away is vowely wordplay.

I need a break from reality from time to time.

I’ve been learning how to smile more wholeheartedly. Low key hoping that If I do, my face will get stuck like this.

We really really need better photos.
@aveket @akhil_floyd

Here’s to finding ourselves in the same continent soon. ❤️

Oh this edition: That looks easier than it is.

Lose yourself - Eminem

PS: Don’t try to do the chorus yourself. Get an incredible singer like. @garimabeing to it.

How does one heal a broken soul?

Is it with another, hoping
the crumbling fragments
of our collective sanity
fall into place?

No?
Okay then.

Is it with a tether,
keeping ourselves held together,
though barely,
crawling in space?

No.
I’m tired.

I’ve seen fragments taken away,
and I can’t seem to get them back.
Parts of me, now lost to eternity,
adding to things I lack

And my screams go unheard,
like I’ve been killed across time,
looking for ways to rhyme my pain with another.
A dead baby cries through his mother.

No one told me how inherently wrong one could be, while also being right.
Onset of disconnection breeds discontention.
I fade lonely, into the solemn night.

My soul isn’t broken; The world is.

#poetry #society

The past few weeks have been quite bad… fuck it, let me make some coffee first.

The world told me to always wear my best smile.

And that’s one more off the bucket list.

And that’s one more off the bucket list.

And that’s one more off the bucket list.

And that’s one more off the bucket list.

And that’s one more off the bucket list.