Navigating complex emotions of jealousy, ambition, insecurity, joy, fear, peace, anger, happiness, betrayal, contentment, disappointment, love.
I run with my wordsRacing my thoughtsGetting ahead of my emotionsBecause I’m scared you’ll turn away before I’m done But then I pauseTo catch my breathAnd realise you’re still listeningAnd also that I’ve forgotten what I was saying Then you hold me closeIn a way, I’ve never knownBut, which makes…
I miss being fabulously single. I’ve been it for so long, it has become a part of my identity. A huge, glamorous, proud-of-it, reveling-in-it part which is the one thing that conflicts with being in a relationship. A good relationship is wonderful in a number of ways. But it still…
My smile is like a neon lightLighting up all aroundAnd drowning out all elseBrilliance in personIt says, “I’m happy!” Yours is like a candle flameA single flicker in the darknessEnveloped in a warm embrace of shadowsGentleness personifiedIt says, “I make you happy.” And you do. *Read my other Love Poetry….
“I miss the good old days when portrait painting was the only form of visual reproduction. But of course, you are too young to remember that.” I read the words in a tiny glass screen in the palm of my hand. Not a muscle moved, not even an eyelash flicker….
She tells me about her struggle with weight, and coming to terms with it. She quotes another friend who said that she had to stop obsessing over her body, to stop making it the be-all or she’d never be happy. I point out that I said the same thing, a…
A park separates them. If it can be called a park, that is. A grassy patch chequered with muddy patches, that turn into puddles in the monsoon. The dogs like it anyhow. They keep him awake at night with their barking. Nobody seems to care at 2 in the a.m….
On one hand, it seems like adulthood is getting younger. Six-year-olds are taking computer lessons, twelve-year-olds own mobilephones and seventeen-year-olds are entrepreneurs. On the other hand, it feels like maturity is an endangered species. Oh sure, there’s the whole ‘maturity has nothing to do with age’ argument. I’ve used it…
When you’re lost, how do you know you’re on the right track again? You don’t. You just keep walking and hope you’ll reach somewhere.Sometimes you do.
I feel like my life is being scrubbed with a very hard brush and industrial-strength detergent.
My last NovelRace update was ages ago. I can’t quite explain why there hasn’t been one in all this while. Have I not been learning? Far from it.