Take me away

Take me away 

To this secret place

Where the lilies bloom

And the crystal stream flows

Where lavenders smell like lavenders 

And where I can see the stars playing with the moon 

Take me away.


Anxiety sucks! (World Health Day theme 2017- Depression: Let’s talk. )

Let’s exaggerate everything ,

Let’s worry like this is your last day on earth,

Let’s breathe faster and come on heart! Beat faster!

Let my stomach crunch and my mind?

Ha! It’s like jello.


An electric wave passes through my body,

I can feel the path its traversing;

Only to leave me paralyzed!

How controlling can the mind be?

Boy, I know!


Oh Fear? Fear is her best friend

The one that grapples you

One by one your senses go numb

You turn deaf to all those saintly advises,

Until you are convinced that you’re mad


It’s as if you’ve become non-existent

A non-tangible entity floating in mid-air,

You feel the whole world is looking at you

“Girl you ain’t up to par”

With those perfect lot up there!



I want my tornadoes to be a gentle breeze,

I want my magma to cool down and be a solid rock!

I want my tsunami to be a soft ripple,

And I want..well I want to not care!


This is indeed poorly written , I am aware. But, all I could get out of my mind were words

and only words. Having even the slightest bit of anxiety is a horrible thing. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone!

God bless you dear reader.

Goodnight 🙂 (From where I live) 😉




See me through a telescope, you might find another universe.

How strong are you?

How much is your tolerance?

How much do you know about yourself?

Who are you in another human’s perspective?

Will you be able to recognize yourself, if you meet yourself one day (hypothetically) ?

Food for thought.

As for the last question, I know the answer. At least I think I do.

I doubt I’d be able to recognize myself. Why, you ask?

Well I believe most of us wouldn’t and I assume myself to fall into the majority. (Just my thoughts, bear with me).

I believe, we have created a parallel version of us in our minds, a better version.

So is the struggle basically to become that better version?

We create this new version of us based on our environment.

So the question is, when do we change?  Everyday?  Perhaps.

Are the people around us aware of our change? And I mean the ones whom you meet everyday.

I’m just fascinated at how little a person knows about himself/herself (including me).

So many questions with no answers again.

Thanks for reading this (if you did) and bearing with my midnight ramble. 🙂

And, if you made it this far, please comment down your thoughts. I’d love to read it. 🙂


P.S. I do have more to share but my brain is denying its normal functions due to the lack of sleep. I’ll definitely update this article in the near future. 🙂

The Lone Wanderer

I took the ferry to the other side,

The grass is greener over there I suppose?

Attached to my body were the tags I’ve been given

More heavier than my poor stricken heart.

I wandered along the glassy shore

Like a lone wanderer on a forbidden tale;

A tale of stories told by others,

By others and not my own.

I searched far and wide and I could only see people

So many people, so many connections

And yet here we are as disconnected souls!

Unable to comprehend the intricacy of the human mind.

The ferry took me to a deserted island,

An eerie pleasantness surrounded me;

My tags fell off one by one –

This lone wanderer found herself again.