We met. Two smiles. Matched nervousness. No expectations. No wants, no needs. Our meeting was pure. Or so I thought. Our intentions were pure. Or so I thought. Now I sit here, replaying our memories. Starting our story from the first scene. Asking myself when did I let this happen? When did I open my heart and let you in? When did I allow you to whisper sweet nothings into my soul? I broke down all my barriers. I watched myself falling, spiralling downwards and with arms spread forth I embraced the descent. Now…. Continue reading
Why are women always apologising? What are we so sorry for? Sorry for standing here. Sorry for saying this. Sorry for body. Sorry my love. Sorry for my heart beat.
When will we start saying sorry to ourselves. Dear self sorry I kept you in that relationship longer than you should have been. Dear self, sorry for not speaking up when you were being oppressed by the opposite sex. Sorry I laughed when he classified women as ‘bitches’. Dear women, I’m sorry for all those times I didn’t hold my head high, all those times I wasnt proud of who I am. All those times I hid my body and muted my voice.
Many of us want our life partners to be our best friends, maybe someone we’ve known all our lives. Your family loves him and they think he’s great for you, but you’ve always shuddered at the thought of any intimacy with your best friend. We all want to wake up one day with renewed vision and see the guy we friend zoned in our childhood in a new light. Sparks will fly as you look into his eyes and see love for the first time. Either that or you’re the boyfriend you had in school or college who you thought was the love of your life will appear one day confessing his love for you.
Everyone loves a superhero, they all wish to be saved. I’ve always been drawn to the villains. They have a more passionate story of heartbreak and betrayal. Villains aren’t bad people, they are the hearts of children who didn’t get to grow up. A child who had love taken away from them so they grow with a twisted hearts mourning the loss of their only love. Continue reading
I’ve always wanted a tragic love, the kind where two hearts meet bonded by fate, living in a world that convinced them they are not destined for each other. I’ve always wanted my life partner to be my best friend and it wouldn’t be us against the world. It would be us building our world, our perfect universe where other worlds didn’t matter. A peaceful bubble of bliss awaiting the tragedy.I’ve always wanted a love where we are torn apart, and the world comes between us.
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