Sunday, April 21, 2019

Internal Divide


Sunday, April 14, 2019

Jester Confessions

Made a wrong move
Now I pay the price
Tied a tongue noose
My truth is my vice

I echoed yes
When my mind screamed no
Took a stop
When my heart whispered go

Heaven or Hell
I can no longer tell
Heaven and Hell
Are here on Earth right now

Tied a tongue noose
Now I pay the price
Hushed my heart too
True words of a fool



Tuesday, October 2, 2018


Hello again. I had a long slew of thoughts to unload before I started on this entry, yet, I drew blanks as I started typing.

 "Flip to a random page and share what's written then," was what I told myself, so here's an entry I wrote in my diary on 7th August 2018.

" It's been almost a month since I've written in here, as much as I wanted to fix everything, all I did was further fall apart. The mind is a powerful tool but it can be a terrible force and that was all a matter of picking sides and I made my wrong move. But I'm still here and it isn't too late to start over again. As many times as I need to, I shall simply hit restart. 

I've been so caught up with the bad, that I've neglected the good. I scrolled back at photos in 2014, a bad year really. But yet, my good moments then were at such great heights. My self awareness has skyrocketed over the years but my highs have plummeted and I've stopped being able to match my pain with pleasure. My heart is filled with fear and my mind has never been so wary. It has been exhausting. 

A couple of nights ago, I saw myself wearing so thin, and I want to work to be as far from those moments as I possibly can. Nobody around me seems to understand. But that's okay. Nobody should, because I can never make anyone see and feel what I went through, and just how deadly it was for who I am. That is the way life is. This is one battle I have to face alone.

Every new day, is a chance for me to find my way and make my own peace, with myself. I can't run around for the rest of my life making every one happy but my own damn self. 

27, and here is a lesson I'm still struggling to learn. I thought I had it, but I really don't. But try and try again I shall. I can't let what I've gone through keep me down. 

When I get past this, it will be a whole world of new sights, and above all, a new lease of life. I should be happy, and I should be thankful because better days are to come, much better days. All I need, is to embrace the change and respect the challenge before me. I could leave it as it is and be as I am but I know I want so much more in life. I can do so much more. 

With new lessons in my pocket and a wiser state of mind, I start my journey again. 

It was all meant to happen, things were meant to be shaken and broken down once again because they weren't right. They may have seemed right because I was doing all the right things but at this moment, on hindsight, I was in the wrong frame of mind. I was driven by the wrong things that lacked deeper meaning. Things that were wrong for me, at least. I wasn't laying my foundation in the right place. 

I don't know yet, where that might be exactly, but I do know that as long as I keep trying with all that I have... The miasma will one day clear, and I will find my way. 

I must never allow the mind and heart that I've been blessed with, to be my greatest downfall. 
It has been, but it shouldn't be. 

Here's to me starting over again. 

[ Learning to embrace the good of the present, & letting the past, pass. ]

It's about both, that is the true balance I've been meaning to seek. As long as I'm alive, it's never too late. 

I've been trying to run from the past while looking to a better future, but I wasn't present. I had confused myself with the order of things. 

The future is made out of the past & the present. It's all about embracing what I've been through & what I'm going through, that will determine, what I will go through. 

I truly believe, that this is the way life should be lived. I'm thankful for this moment, it is simple yet so profound. I write this with a smile on my face. 

A brand new lesson learnt. A lesson, perfect for who I am now. " 

I couldn't have flipped to a better page- what an apt reminder, for the start of another rewind. 

Wednesday, June 6, 2018

Blind Eye

You think you want me
But you love her shell more
I chose to turn a blind eye
Mine is not what you pine for

Would it feel like freedom
A whole love meaning happy 
Thoughts & touches in tandem
To the feelings voiced to be
Not just rhymes or rhythms
Of faux meaning running free

Your heart
You proclaim I hold
My heart 
Craves both shell & soul

Whole love is a myth
Like I am the idealist


Wednesday, May 23, 2018

Little Miss Schizoid

2 August 2017 

I have to fragment myself
To keep me company
I have to be around
People I can

Artwork by: Zeenchin

Tuesday, May 8, 2018

let the past, pass

28 April 2018

 In about 2 weeks, I would have moved out to live on my own for 2 years now. Time sure flies, it all feels so surreal, almost like a dream. But for most part, it has been a nightmare. One that broke me in, one that still haunts me, but also one, that I feel was absolutely necessary. I needed those harsh yet honest lessons. 

I won't lie, as much as I hold an optimistic perspective, it has been hard to forgive myself. Very hard. But I'm learning to speak to myself in the same way that I speak to others. Although my actions & choices were laced with folly, it genuinely came from a good place in my heart. I may have disrespected myself, but I know that I treated people well - I never looked at what I had to gain, I simply wanted to give and I just gave to the wrong people. 
It is nauseating that I have to be so guarded when all I ever meant to do, was to help. But that's the way the world works and I'm no longer one to live in denial of what truly is. 

I value people the same now, I value the good people even more, and it's time I value myself. 
Just as I can see the beauty in everything, I can see the faults in anything as well. 
What was unfortunate, was me seeing the beauty in every one else, yet only seeing the faults in myself. On retrospect, I only had harsh words for myself - I didn't need any one to hate on me, I did such a stunning job of undermining every fibre of my own being, Impeccable, even. 

Circumstances that shrouded my life, and were beyond my control, had hardwired me to demean myself and to always see myself as lesser. I have always held so much joy & pride in the achievements & milestones of others, yet only nonchalance for my very own. 

It's time for a paradigm shift, it's time to finally let the past, pass. The past doesn't define who I am, it defines who I was. My conscious choices & actions hereon, are what truly defines me now. 

Emotions will always be hard to run by, especially when coupled with depression & anxiety, but that should never mar the lines for me to discern each situation objectively. 
The situation never lies. 

"Between stimulus & response, man has the freedom to choose. " 

With the exception of wonky serotonin levels, I choose happiness. 

At every bent that I should break, I shan't. 
Let the past, pass. 


Wednesday, April 25, 2018

Dreaming Realist

every weaker side
  you see
is becoming of a 
  stronger me

   past upon past
 piled on the floor
  rebirth with mirth 
waltzing through doors

catacombs mind and
  a labyrinth of thoughts 
seek and you shall find
  what holds the true faults

guarded by a realist while
  the dreamer sits throne
where upon love lies
   can happiness ever 
        call home


Written 22 July 20

Saturday, August 12, 2017

most people are better in the abstract

                                                                Some days my
                                                                Heart palpitates
                                                                With a fear that
                                                                Embraces the
                                                                Bated breath

                                                                As I
                                                                Into the
                                                                Light of truth
                                                                That my art
                                                                Is one
                                                                My heart



Written on
 2 August 2017

Saturday, August 27, 2016

rose tinted

tinted in rose
glaze after glaze
how many hits to take
till it fades to waste

wide eyed past dusk 
questioning tears
abed with a colossal mask
quenching warped fears

almost was never enough
all the lies a rough draft
same sights different eyes
the vice of truth is pure wrath

lifting the rug
skeletons in a hole
how deep was it dug 
would i ever truly know