THE WORDSHIP

Some people promise the world And they don't even gift themselves They show you love But leave you unloved They teach you to run  And break your legs  Cast spells and magic  And Leave you cursed  Mix up all the bright colors  And then burn you to ash Sweeten the lovely flavors And slit your tongue They water the plants And pluck away your flowers  Build ships of faith  And let you sail on broken sands  Give you castle tours And lock you in the dungeon  Tattoo your skin with joy  But the needle dipped in poison Swim in the clouds they say  And bury you 6 feet deep  It's a twist of pain and fate  is this a test of an illusion? With my  damaged heart is the ending.

The inner voice in my head was buzzing all night, I conflicted with myself, and the rage of sleeplessness blistered all over me. I wanted to pursue writing as my career but the thoughts that I would fail at it were chewing on my brain. My family wanted me to get an MBA and I wasn't very keen on agreeing. So I settled at my study table and jotted my plan of how I could become a writer.  What if I fail?  this question drilled fear right into my heart.    My mother, suggested I do both. To be a writer was PLAN- A and the MBA was PLAN- B. I sat arguing with my inner voice again that PLAN- B was just a safety net in case I failed as a writer. But my inner voice was strong and arrogant, claiming that PLAN B isn't needed. Soaking in confusion I jumped into the sofa with my cat. My cat being cat cared less about me and was passionate about licking her fur. Like a fool I consulted my cat what would you do? PLAN-A or PLAN-B or both. She left the sofa all to me and bas...

Dear Birthdays, Everybody’s calendar has one day marked, the day no one could ever forget, a date tattooed  on our brains forever. Yes, that’s you “Birthdays!”. You come without delay and denial each year, but truly what are you? Do you come to remind us that we are now older? because if you are, then the warning that age is catching up to us is not the figment we perceive. Very ironically, we celebrate this warning and live lavishly. Call for a party and spend the day in delight. Maybe you showcase a different meaning, do you return every year to remind us of the significance of that day? nudge our memories to remind us that we were born this day and our hearts beat for the first time out of the womb. If you do come for this reason, then the light of your significance only brightness an opportunity for us to again celebrate and cut cakes. Whatever you may come for, each year you meet a different person. You met the younger me and once you pass you will never meet the same me...