Spread my wings and soar towards the sky.


I’ve always wanted to fly.

Spread my wings and soar towards the sky.

They said it could never be done.

What they failed to understand though was that when you challenge me, I tend to not stop till I deliver.

Call it determination, stubbornness or perseverance.

But I have come to acknowledge that life tends to challenge us.

And throw obstacles our way.

All so that we move on from the easy and make room for the difficult.

Learn and grow at the same time.

I don’t quite know why we run from challenges though or hide at the sight of them.

Sometimes running seems okay.

And cowering seems safe.

In the long run, however, I’m not quite sure.

I’ve imagined countless instances of running away.

Where I just pack my bags and leave.

But I think I take those visions in the wrong contexts.

Because when I think of getting up and leaving, it is more for an adventure than a haven.

Maybe that adventure lies in my tomorrow.

And my today consists of facing hardships head on.

Rather than head down.


It is 11:11 right now.

Part of me believes in the magic of it all.

The power it holds to make my wishes come true.

So I’ll close my eyes, hold my breath and make a wish.

To someday spread my wings and soar towards the sky.

When the Rain Mixes with the Ocean


When the ocean
With the rain
I release a sigh
Of relief
Because every drop of water
Can create an ocean
And that ocean opens avenues
To lands unknown
Expanding maps
And creating destinations
Of plausible adventures
And when sweet and salty collide
Harmonizing and becoming
In that moment
Do i know
That while we may be all different
When we come together
Towards a common cause
Our voices become one
Our fingers intwine
We shoulder each other’s lives
Raise a finger to the sky
Pledge our allegiance
And become no different
From when the rain mixes with the ocean

Writing, Yes I Would.

“You know, they ask me if I were on a desert island and knew nobody would ever see what I wrote, would I go on writing. My answer is most emphatically yes. I would go on writing for company. Because I’m creating an imaginary—it’s always imaginary—world in which I would like to live.” William S. […]

I Forgive You…


Dear Me,

I forgive you. For what it’s worth.

I forgive you for hiding behind written words. Because that is the only place where you can be honest. About yourself and everyone else. Fearing the power they hold.

I forgive you for making the wrong choices and leaping before looking. I forgive you for hurting those around with unintentional unkind words. I forgive you.

I forgive you for looking the other way. And for not letting your voice be heard. I forgive you for being insensitive and hiding behind a façade.

I forgive you for closing of your heart. And taking cautionary steps towards friendships. I forgive you for keeping it all in when there was so much to be said.

Tomorrow, I’ll forgive you some more.

I will forgive you for the wrong decisions. So, that you can learn and think a hundred times before making them again. Only you will make them again. And I will forgive you again.

I will forgive you for tearing off the heart on your sleeve and shoving it in your freezer. Preserving it for a warm day. When in reality, you need it now more than ever. I will forgive the tinge of red that colours your cheeks when you become shy and cower in your cocoon. Keeping everyone at arm’s length. ‘Beware of the girl who is too scared to open up.’

I will forgive you for always wanting to run away. Because it seems easier.

I will forgive you.

Love, Me


Mā šāʾ Allāh (ما شاء الله) is an Arabic phrase that expresses appreciation, joy, praise or thankfulness for an event or person that was just mentioned. Towards this, it is used as an expression of respect, while at the same time serving as a reminder that all accomplishments are so achieved by the will of Allah. It is generally said upon hearing good news. People may use this phrase to protect themselves from jealousy, catching the evil eye, or jinxing. – Wikipedia

Sits at the tip of my tongue. And has become my idiosyncrasy. Why? Because i am severely superstitious and fear that bad luck is just around the corner. I fear the jinx.

I don’t just say it for myself. I utter it for everyone, anyone i know and am genuinely happy for. As it turns out, the word has some serious good omen. It works. And while it is directly linked with my religion, it makes me feel safe as well.

My friends actually complete my sentence for me, half the time. But they’ve also started believing in its power. Still, to each his own.

But, i fear jinxing so much, that i’ve stopped talking about the near future. If someone asks, “How did your exam?” Or “What do expect will happen?” I completely avoid such questions and tell them to change the topic because i really can’t say and would like not to comment on it.

If i forget to say the word, which i usually do sometimes absentmindedly, i quickly say it in my heart and pray that nothing happens. Okay, i seriously sound a bit crazy right now. But that is just how i am.


Things I Will Never Tell You #3


Nowadays, it is almost like whatever i do or whichever decision i take, you are never happy with it.

Unless i ask for your advice, please refrain from giving it to me. Because while you may mean to explain and teach, you actually become really mean. Obnoxious. And i start doubting myself.

I shouldn’t have to explain everything to you. I am not a pushover. Stop insinuating that i am. I know exactly what is happening and i just to react the way i do. My decision. Because i want to keep the peace. Me.

You make it really difficult, though. It’s like throwing lighter fluid on a flame. You look for excuses to make issues and fight. Granted, some one else is creating issues, but i seriously don’t need you to demean me and prove to me how stupid i am for trusting and letting people walk over me.

I want to make peace. Create it and keep it. Preserve it for tomorrow’s war. Just so that when i uncap the bottle, every particle of peace comes flowing out and nothing can ignite the destruction that would have unfolded otherwise.

You make me feel pathetic. And trust me, it is the worst feeling in the world. Broken and scathed. Singing : “Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.” Don’t you get it, this was exactly what made me keep people at arms length. Close enough, yet not close at all.

I’m guessing, you just don’t like the fact that i play Switzerland half the time.


The heat radiates
Of your body
I blush involuntarily

I try to cover myself
Exposed and shy

You take long strides
Wanting to finish the distance between us
So no space separates us

And then you’re slowly touching
Leaving burning kisses all over
Scorching me with your touch

You wrap yourself around me
And i am consumed by your presence

You start peeling away the layers
Not fast enough
It hurts because it takes too long

Too much skin
A little pain
And then nothing

I fall to the ground
Taking you along with me
Just to get more comfortable

Breathing becomes difficult
It gets in the way
And i cling to you till i need you no more

Guess, what could i possibly be talking about here?