Sometimes we know, That it isn’t in our hands. Sometimes we wish, That we weren’t so helpless. Sometimes we feel so much, That our hearts can’t stop us. And sometimes we just cry, Because there is nothing else to do. A note: I just saw a picture of a burnt roo in the Australia bushfires.… Continue reading Sometimes… (A poem)
That dream house you're taking ten loans to make, It isn't going with you. Those designer shoes and bags sitting in your closet, Aren't going with you. The loved ones you try to hold onto forever, Can't go with you. Those memories you leave behind here, Will stay for a long long time.
There’s a wound in my heart, That will never heal. There’s a hole in my soul, That I’m filling with my tears. There’s too much space in my life, That will stay empty forever.
Whatever begins, Has to end. Whatever is loved, Must be lost. Whatever is done, Will not change. Whatever remains, Keeps you alive.
I am not okay. The last few months have been terrible in terms of losses of animals I loved and harassment by people who cannot tolerate the sight of stray animals being fed. And yes, there’s more. I’m struggling to cope with my grief and the injustice around me. I’m also struggling to understand how… Continue reading I’m Not Okay
Denial has its own beauty. She found her own emotionless silence comforting. “Where are the tears that I should be shedding?” She asked herself once. But she knew that talking about it would make it the truth. So she didn’t, loving him but missing him at the same time.
His wrinkled hands were full of love. A quick glance at his eyes were enough to bring tears to her eyes. "Everyone has to die," they told her. She didn't understand why. Each moment brought them closer to goodbye, but she was a fighter. It was only when she saw him lifeless that she knew… Continue reading Fighting Death
Do you know how it feels to be hopeless? To feel as if you have nothing to look forward to and nobody to understand the constant raging storm in your heart? I do. Do you know how it feels to hate yourself and your life and everything around you day after day, month after month,… Continue reading A Few Words on World Suicide Prevention Day
I love writing for children. Wait, that's not exactly how it is. The truth is, I am an overgrown child who writes funny stories for herself and then shares them with the world. In fact, my entry to the world of fiction writing started with short stories for children during my stint at The Telegraph… Continue reading Writing for Children
Living in the present, I am allowed to miss you. Falling back to the past, I am allowed to cry. Looking ahead to tomorrow, I am allowed to remember.