Moonlit Shadows

More of the four liners I write, they make sense to me. Do they make sense to you too?🤔🧐 Sand for Glass Can’t wrap my mind around infinity, Forever is a hopeless joke, As sand turns to glass, The soul turns to sand. Pianos and Keyboards Art is the peak of an evolved specie, Creating storms out of dust, I hit the notes on my keyboard, The piano of this generation Rhyming with ick Six bundled up stacks of concrete and brick, Surround you like an illusionists trick, Nothing protects you but the air, Breathe, inhale and disapparate.

IM Instant messaging Background: I have a gift, the gift is the ability to sleep almost anywhere instantly and most of the time my phone is mostly on ‘silent mode’, so I never hear the beeps. Infact, sometimes I get shocked when I hear an unfamiliar sound coming out of my pants. 👖 (pant emoji is the fun most thing I discovered today) Trigger incident:   As usual, I was sleeping on my way to the airport and this time the only difference was that my mobile was not on silent. While I was listening to Damien Rice and getting ready to fall asleep, I hear a ping. I didn’t open my eyes but then I heard 7 more. After the first one, I had told myself that it is okay to let go one text but it still took mental processing. However, when the flurry started then I was just so impatient that anything could have happened. I tried to rationalize and wait but realized it was just me worrying about what they could have been and wasting time on that rather than fixing the instant g

These are some 4 line poems which I write when I am slightly low and want to feel better. Apparently, getting it out of my system is a real solution which works for me 🤷🏻‍♂️ Drowning and Ducks I drowned before I swam, No ducks were my friends, I swim with my eyes to the floor, Mostly, I am still alone. Gallows Disappointed by the land, I flew to the turbulent seas, The waves drowned me this time, I washed up on the beach. More water Fishes swam to sing, I drowned myself to hear them, Fishes died breathing the fresh air, I grew a pair of gills.

This is a phase in which I just keep rampling some stuff and vomit it on relevant outlets. This is one such puke full of feelings. Being yourself is tough, you spend a lifetime trying to understand and sometimes make yourself better than who you were yesterday. I spent a lot of time on this specific question over the last few months and am still pretty clueless. I like the social brouhaha around me, it kinda distracts me from the other things but also makes me think.. maybe I do really like it... Coming back to why I am writing this: Death. We generally have a very singular view of death which is associated with someone ceasing to exist. I wanted t write passing onto another realm but I don't truly believe in death as a comma but treat it more as a full stop. A full stop after which there might be a blank piece of paper but no words but just meaningless canvas which radiates the feeling of 'what could have been'. Anyway, I have been very lucky have faced any deat

The past few months have been the most turbulent months in nearly 3 years. Thinking back, it seems fair that I was affected by it and still am reeling from the impacts of the same. It took me many iterations to get this one sentence right: I feel that I have lived all my life with an undercurrent of sadness  which I masked to blend in and seem normal. I mean, during times of crisis I don't fake it till I make it and I do honestly talk about my pain but I feel that there is much more to it than I talk about (even when I talk about it a lot). I am much better now and I feel much more in touch with myself, which has made me realise that I cherish pain. It is a weird feeling but I do, I hide the sadness and protect it to make sure I am able to experience it when I want to. I never saw this side of myself as I was always to busy 'doing'. That's most of my life, doing this or that - I never stop to feel and absorb, until something breaks and when it does, then I keep

Today, I cannot believe in anything. I feel like I am doublechecking everything I hear from multiple sources to support or to refute any opinion or act. I was born in '94 so I didn't always have the internet at my disposal, I saw it flourish and today I am partially afraid of it. It reminds me of the various books and articles I have read on dystopian societies, which I always thought were great, but fiction. Today, I think I was wrong. I live in a world where news channels show what drives ratings so that more people view the news channels and hence they can sell advertising spots for a higher price. Today I see people sharing their views and getting attacked. Today, I feel disturbed, afraid and confused. In classic dystopian fiction, there is generally an authoritarian government. Fortunately, we're not there (yet). Not in all parts of the world. There would be people watching you everywhere, everytime and the government will have the power to sniff you out anytime t