Having dating apps on your phone
Having a dating app on my phone will make me feel lonelier because it’ll be a subtle sign of what I don’t have. Continue reading Having dating apps on your phone
Tag: poem
Women’s day special: her magic
What she does,
is magic,
not given enough credits,
pretty tragic Continue reading Women’s day special: her magic
How to remember your life
There are two ways to remember life:
1. Delete photos
2. Write journals Continue reading How to remember your life
How to look beyond the surface?
Be it, people, profession or passion, without depth, everything feels empty. We are here searching for meaning, and without connecting to something, being passionate about something, we’ll waste the precious limited time we have here. Continue reading How to look beyond the surface?
Can we skip to the good part?
If you’re not living under a rock, you might have seen reels on this song where people transition from an untidy room in pyjamas to a lavish location in Hawaii or Goa for some reason. Or they sleep on their bed but wake up in a 5-star hotel room with 10 cuisine breakfast that they can’t even pronounce.
Skipping to the good part is like magic. It looks good, we’re impressed but it’s an illusion. An illusion of perfection. Continue reading Can we skip to the good part?
A meaning for everything?
Just like any other 24 year old, the feeling of being confused unites us like the opposite poles of a magnet. Many of my days are spent thinking about what am I even doing.
Sometimes when I get time with my thoughts, I think about exploring and doing all the things in the world in the least time possible. Thats what capitalism does, make you feel kind of worthless for not knowing enough, not doing enough, not exploring enough. It’s never enough. Continue reading A meaning for everything?
For taking things personally
Since the day we’re born, our parents revolve their life around us, and we are given way too much importance (maybe not with everyone), but the day we end up in the real world, we realize we’re not that special anymore. Continue reading For taking things personally
Solitude
What it takes,to be content,in your own company?when did solitudebecome so repulsive? Everyone striving,to be with someone,a lost puzzle piece,trying to find a perfect place to fit in. We are told that there is someone out there for everyone and one thing What we’re pretty good at, is being hopeful. Hopeful of a marvelous future. Our daydreaming never sees the end of the tunnel. The quest … Continue reading Solitude
I belong
Oh universe, pull me,where I don’t belong,so I can see,so if I can make itmy own place, a place,where I might belong. Sometimes being in the comfort zone makes you lazy and you take things for granted. So, I know nobody wants to be in an unfamiliar situation intentionally, but sometimes I wish to be put through hurdles, so I can what I’m made up … Continue reading I belong
On the verge
On the verge to drown,
looked around, no one’s in town,
maybe I’ll put on some sound,
so I won’t feel so down. Continue reading On the verge
The Noticeable 