I am feeling restless. In my bed, alone. Checking my phone.
If I was addicted to this device
Why would the other notifications be so annoying?
But you seem to be busy
It will be a little difficult tonight
You said and I said that’s alright
We need some space too.
Just FYI, I finished work soon
So that we can hangout
Talk nonsense and laugh
Hey, you make me a little confused
Put me in doubt
So, I take one step back
And you take one step forward
Home, that warm place, has suddenly become so cold. I can’t recognise it anymore. Sometimes I wish I was not a part of it.
A few years back, that dark place meant light to me. Good food, comfort of a good mattress, familiar smells and sounds, the warm 3 PM sunlight through the northwest window on a winter vacation afternoon, my trophies and transformation pictures and less complications.
Now, it’s just walls. You talk but no one listens. How did this happen? Expectations? Or did the truth unfold? Did we take her youth away? She can’t go back in time. She can’t do things she wanted to. She can’t mend a few mistakes. If she could, would she be happy?
I am scared. My demons eat me, no one else. I am scared that they don’t want to help me. Silence is beautiful. But they don’t understand that. They paint with chaos.
I long for my home. Where I can kill the beast. Where I can have my people. Where I can feel the most safe. And sleep without the horrific vivid images crawling into my head. Because even though I will always love you, I don’t relate to you anymore. You’ve pushed me away, destroyed a few good childhood memories. I am sure I have done my share of damage too.
Now, I don’t want to go there. I belong with me. Somewhere else. And I will find my home. Someday.
Thinking about the last time we met.
You left in such a hurry.
The cab driver took a wrong turn, which made you late for the flight. You were quite mad at him and you started giving him directions in your deep voice that became deeper since you were angry. Finally, when we reached you rushed towards the gate and I don’t quite remember if we hugged. I looked at you but did not see you reflect back. So I let go of you. And smiled, my heart pounding, eyes slowly welling up. And then, you turned away and started walking. I stood there thinking..
Maybe this is the last time
Or maybe I will receive you here again
Hey! Turn back, smile and wave
What’s the rush?
Don’t you miss me already?
And then you disappeared. I stood there a little longer trying to catch a glimpse of you. But I couldn’t see you anymore so I walked towards the bus station and took a bus. My heart felt empty. I felt angry and a little disappointed.
Why wouldn’t you want to spend some more time with me?
4 out of 365 days is good enough for you?
Not for me
Not for me.
A major red flag. That day was probably the day when I truly felt sad, unloved, and trivial. We were so many time zones apart and you should have taken me to a trip or stayed with me for a few more days. That would have meant a lot. But the queen of your heart commanded you to come back home and you had to obey the command. That day I got a glimpse of my future, but I did not want to see it then.
I don’t know what I feel now
Love or hate or both
But that was indeed the last time I ever saw you
Wish you had taken your leave more amicably
A hug, a quick peck, turn back, smile and wave
Because nothing is certain.
Look where we are now.
Time zones apart
Living different lives
And probably I want it to stay that way
Because if I am not the queen of your heart
I don’t want anything.
My head hurts. The alcohol, it was too much.
My room smells of the cigarette I like but I hate it. Still I do it.
It’s been raining here and I don’t really like the way the roads become during the rains. It’s romantic for those in love.
How have you been darling? How’s the weather?
Is it raining in California?
Did you take the trip you wanted to?
Do I come and go in your dreams?
Or have you made your peace?
The guys I meet are nice.
Good dinner and a few drinks, sometimes we bond over a song long forgotten.
It’s such a high…
But as the dawn breaks
All I see is your face.
This world of no attachment is beyond my comprehension but that’s the trend.
At least that’s what I hear.
It’s the opposite of what I want
But it’s true, who can guarantee the future?
I am here with my dreams thrown in the trash.
But I am OK. I am trying my best.
I am sure it must be tough for you too.
I hope you are fine darling. I hope you find someone you can stand up for.
Take her to trips that we planned.
Give her the love that you are capable of.
After all, love is so fleeting.
I’ll see you in my dreams
When time comes, I will bid my final goodbye.
I will make my peace.
I walk the same roads. Go to the same food joints. Pass time in the same malls.
Where we once met or had a meal or two. Laughing, talking, looking at each other. Your skin, a little dry but no scars, full lips that you would press together as you checked your email or our next hangout destination.
Your hair, salt and pepper. Perfect eye brows. Our hands fit like gloves. Our feet took same steps. Sometimes me running behind you to catch the movie right from the beginning.
Walk tall, talk deep. My starry eyes gazing at you. Your fingers, when you hold the phone.
The time when I first saw you laugh. Your teeth, you know how I have a thing for teeth. And I was bowled over.
That table there, we sat there last time. Our favourite table. But today when I walked in alone, I couldn’t look at it. Tried hard not to look there. Sure I did.
Another ‘me and you’ sitting and having their meal, talking and laughing.
I wish them luck. At least, this time.
Nothing ever felt so hollow
No sunrise, no sunset
Felt so meaningless
Before you left
They laugh, secretly
Happy because they were right
Nothing like proving me wrong
Just like the beautiful words
That was never meant to be a song
All I can remember is the last time
I saw you
Fading into the crowd
Who knew, you were never coming back
Is this really the last goodbye?
Like a desperate bird in the cage
Flapping my wings, agitated,
Confused…what got me here?
And once again
You are fading into the light
Where everything is clear and bright
To where I don’t have an entry pass
You don’t turn around
You just walk in.
Hi! thanks for stopping by.
It’s been a while since I posting anything in this blog. And a lot has happened. Good things 🙂
I started this blog because i was bored with my previous job. Now, that part has been taken care of. I have a better job now and I have learned so much.
Now, coming to the part where I would frequently slip into depression because all my friends were doing better than me and that I was having regular fights with my boyfriend, well, that part is kind of better now.
What i learned is that i cannot brood over what has not happened. But what I can do is, think and work hard on building a better future. I started working out and that changed many things. I have lost weight, I eat healthier now, and I don’t fight with my boyfriend so much. He also did his part by listening to what i was trying to tell him and by slowly understanding why i am so insecure. I have also started giving him a space and understanding when he needs his “me time” or “cricket time”.
I cannot say that i have made any good friends. People are mean and manipulative and I am a straight forward girl. I would better spend my day alone doing things that I love to do and improving my skills than being with people who keep judging you every second.
Even then, I feel much stronger now.
I am also learning to cook and have improved a lot 🙂 I will soon start a “stay fit” blog where i will help people to opt for a healthy lifestyle.
Oh, i also came across Prof. Carol Dweck’s speeches on YouTube. You should totally listen to her speak. She talks about how we can improve and achieve what we want to achieve. It’s really great. I am also thinking of buying her book, “Mindset”. Recently I read “the monk who sold his ferrari”… umm…well… honest personal opinion, I did not like it much. Maybe i should give it time to actually make any sense to me.
Anyway… have a great week! ttyl 🙂 take care.
My bed on a side, a study table to my right
A mahogany book shelf, in it accolades, my pride
A series of black and white head-shots, how I changed
And a dressing table, a cupboard full of teenage make-up mind
Stickers everywhere, the painter in me on every wall
Crafts and designed handkerchief, tucked in a special box
Scented erasers, barbie’s dresses
Hidden personal diary, latest album cassettes
My den, my recovery room, decorated haphazard
But it was mine
No picture, no painting
No folly of my mind on these walls
What can you take away if I don’t give you anything?
Moved to a spacious new apartment that has a huge balcony with not-so-good view, but i enjoy the after-office evening tea in the balcony every weekdays. There is something very comforting about a cozy bean bag chair, hot tea, biscuit, and your favorite YouTube channel.
My flatmates are IT girls (no pun intended) and they come quite late from office, therefore, I get all the time to practice singing and playing the guitar. Also, by the time they come home, my hunger takes the shape of that of a dragon inside my stomach. So, I cook dinner before they come home. And I am getting really good at cooking (Indian cuisine). Which makes me think of starting a YouTube channel or an Instagram account on the everyday easy to cook recipes.
To be honest, cooking actually helps a lot with my depression. My mind gets diverted the moment I start chopping the veggies and start planning what else to put in to make it healthy and tasty. By the time I finish cooking and taste the food to check whether it tastes good, my mood is lifted up. Probably the joy of being able to recreate my mom’s recipes or experimenting on a new recipe helps to secrete “feel-good” hormones.
I have also been reading a lot about nutrition and their benefits on human health. It’s a wonder how our food choices decide how well we will be physically and mentally.
Anyway, hope you are doing well and thank you for reading my post 🙂 means a lot to me.
Something is bothering me. Maybe it’s me.
I don’t feel at rest/peace. I am always worrying or thinking about something or the other. From where do I get this too sensitive skin?! It’s not good. See…that’s where it starts. I keep analyzing everything. I am monitoring my every step and every attempt to achieve something and I am going round in circles, reaching nowhere. My mind has been talking too much lately. Even in a club, where the music is too loud, I am thinking of either office or how I can direct my career to a better path or my boyfriend or my new home or that I have to lose weight (while enjoying the potato wedges with mayonnaise and beer).
I sleep 7-8 hours a day. Which is medically enough for an adult person. But still I feel extremely tired and keep yawning the whole day at office. I sit in the office to work, resist my temptation to go play Foosball or pool to finish up my work, but I never do. I come home and finish my work. So, then I don’t get time to study for the nutrition course. Wow! I am brilliant at leading a stupid, lazy, unproductive and mundane life. Oh, no I do hang out with friends a lot, but I don’t truly hang out with them.
I am always with another me. My best friend and my best foe of all time.
Last week was my birthday and I did not buy myself anything. Got sloshed at a pub where the music sucked to the core. All that time that I was getting drunk, what I had on my mind was, whether I was drinking too much and whether I have enough money to pay for the bill 😀 I was somehow able to stop my mind from reminding me of my age. Thank God for that.
Why is everybody conspiring against me? Why do they take away my productivity?
I don’t think that’s normal to think but when I have nothing else to think or when I am happy that everything is going fine, I cannot help but think negative about everything. I am angry all the time. I am so angry at everyone. A small deviation from the normal and it will get my head heated so quickly and so bad that I burn myself down in that flame. Yet I have to put up a smiling face and be nice to people who I don’t want to even see. How to master the “block out” mechanism?
Hmm…looks like I know the problem and the solution but I have no idea why I don’t do it. Do I get some kind of high from it? Then why do I feel low?