Me and my thoughts

There was water above the bridge I waddled through it carefully It was hot, warm and cold But it was nice An occasional fish caught my eyes Sometimes cool, sometimes dangerous But then, it was the perks of life I was breathing and suffocating Was it biologically possible? It was emotionally feasible Maybe it was the essence of life Sometimes I felt like sinking Somedays, I managed to afloat Then again, There was water above the bridge

Should I or Shouldn't I The force pulled me like a magnet I battled against gravity Fear and curiosity surged through me I even googled for answers Friends and Critics debated on my behalf Sometimes, I wished to given up The fear jostled my path I ran as fast I could As if I could outrun it The demon never seemed to give up The more I avoided it, the more it drew me towards it I almost lost it, Still Should I or Shouldn't I

Dear Thamizha, I am so proud of u. The past year had been havoc and chaos. Nature and politics have been so unfair to us. Still, you have stood strong and united. You showed the world your inner bravery and courage. When flood drowned the city, you waddled in the water, held your head high and served as a lifeblood for the people around you. When the great lady passed away, you held on to you grief in a dignified way and paid your homage. When Strom roared and huffed, you silently stared at it and sent it away. Today, when there was a threat of our heritage and tradition, you stood strong battling all odds to send a message out to the world. You set a new definition for non - violence and courage. Today, every girl in the country is worried for her safety. But even in the middle of a crowd of strangers, I felt safe. My stranger brothers looked out for my safety and guided me through the rally. We showed the world that bravery is not fighting with guns. It is not about throwin...

The power above us watches out for us always.  Even during the darkest times, he gives us the strength and willpower to battle all odds. He sends messages and secrets in various forms to assure his presence. The messenger differs for each person and can be even more than one. In the deepest dark, filled with sorrow and pain The vacuum engulfed the place The air was thick, and breath seemed like an action It was forced and irregular I tried stopping it many times But the wind filled my lungs And forced itself out My eyes ran out of tears And the gasp was audible Pain sliced and wriggled through me My heart bled out, and it was down to the last drop I gave up all hope Even a wisp of air seemed far away My faith swayed amidst the cry of loneliness I never knew what to ask Was it a peaceful everlasting sleep? Or a happy life? A flutter caressed me softly The colours hued my dark world As I lost my self in its beauty A gentle breezed embraced me A soft whisper re...

I was falling, and I knew it was not gravity Nothing made sense anymore My heart and mind was not in sync And I could feel a cold war brewing And a warmth surged through me The contrast was alarming I blacked out in middle of conversation Into a world of bliss and happiness The eyes followed me everywhere And the aroma spread through me I wished I had control Then again, I wanted to let it go The bottom was nowhere to be found My heart told me it was worth it

I chided myself for my arrogance Procrastination was my strongest foe A matter of minutes did not matter then But somehow karma seemed to be on time now I wished I could go back and change things Maybe give me a pinch to wake me from this scary dream The station was deserted, and there was no sign of a train I checked my phone religiously for a sign The battery was going to die soon Severing my connection with the real world I eyed everyone with suspicion I put up a brave face contemplating the risks around me The thundering rain and the wind increased my fear In a distance, not so far away, the train rolled into the station Spreading its warmth and hope

Life has a funny way of telling u things It teaches you important lessons through pain It tears you apart It makes you wish you were dead It burns you red It pushes you out of your boundary Yet the outcome is worth it It makes you a better person It cures you of emoticons I am lost n confused I am at a dead end And I am curious to know whats at the other side of the wall

The journey was long and tiresome Sleep seemed to evade me as usual I checked my phone for the umpteenth time My heart longed for a miracle I was too immersed in my world That I almost missed her A stranger and a companion for the journey A courtesy smile and a couple of words We both sank into our worlds As the vehicle made its way rippling through the silence of the night Her hand typed fastly She held a stiff posture I could not decipher if it were the travel stress or something more Her eyes bore a hint of melancholy Maybe hers reflected the emotion in me Or perhaps she was stuck in an intangible mess like me I will never know

Everything does not has a purpose Most things in life are meaningless They just happen And sometimes keeps repeating itself There is absolutely nothing to learn from it Or maybe the lesson is deep hidden It just causes pain and insecurity Still life is sandwiched in these things Sometimes I feel like playing a game Where I see the obstacles And still have not find a way to overcome it I hate myself for it For losing control of my emotions For causing me pain I have always wondered how a small part of my life Can cause so much pain I fight everyday to save me from its clutches Still it pulls me deeper It stops only when my emotions die And makes me numb again It is just beyond sanity

One fine morning I woke up to just another day As I browsed through the news It was odd, something really odd But I could not understand it Maybe all the news was good I was so used to bad news And today there was not any I was awed and suspicious Accidents did not happen Flights were not hijacked Currencies was not demonetized Petrol price did not go up Even women were not raped Did the country become good Or did the people become sensitive Or the government responsible Or did the media lose the right of information Still such as a day was a treat And I was thrilled by the serendipity