How do you distinguish,Between what you crave and what you desire?How do you differentiateBetween a want and a need?Do the primal needs,Surpass self-constructed ones?Or do necessities of survival,Lag behind our own fabricated idealisms?And if not us,Who can make this distinction?Will it be the preachers of truth,Whose only merits are encounters with realities?Will it be leadersContinue reading “Is There an Answer to the Maybe?”
Author Archives: Lukshita
Nothing As An Unsinkable Ship
Life is marked by change, both turbulent and placid, but change nonetheless. But this change may not always be associated with something that pleases the one who undergoes it, rather, it may leave behind a void of loss that can be incredibly painful to bear. However, even in the face of such change that couldContinue reading “Nothing As An Unsinkable Ship”
Is There Anything Different?
The agony of your comfort The restlessness of your tranquillity The apathy of your passion The longing of your contentment. Why, why is your existence so oxymoronic? Ironic isn’t it? Since you call yourself the clearest headed of all Boast your power, which regrettably exists, oh how tragic. Oh heart, which depth of yours doContinue reading “Is There Anything Different?”
The Power of Words
Sitting idle is a powerful state of being, it can be incredibly insightful, humbling, tormenting, or simply numbing. But one thing in common in every scenario that plays in this vegetative state that one experiences, is a vivid replay of the things one did, emotions one felt, and without fail, the words that were spoken,Continue reading “The Power of Words”
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Beautiful, she was Oh, so beautiful! “Like the stars bedazzling the sky in fantasized patterns? Like the fresh roses or sweet words of a lover? Like the little mist on the tips of the blades of meadows? Was she as beautiful?” No, no. She is beauty, but not the one you find in plain sightContinue reading “More”
As Summer Dawns
I had never been much of a poet Neither could I call myself a writer To weave webs of metaphors, And paint canvases of symbols, It happened never. To arrange my thoughts in the same handful of alphabets To articulate my feelings with a pen and paper And to produce words that make one feelContinue reading “As Summer Dawns”
Easy, But is it Really?
As I grew up, it dawned upon me how easy it was. It’s something that I could have never imagined, Something that was beyond me and my mundane mind, Beyond my heart that bled ignorance in the face of this complexity. It is the truth, however, A truth that snapped me out of my naïveContinue reading “Easy, But is it Really?”
Flammable
Light the matchstickLet it burn as you hold itLet the flame travel downwardsJust let it go a little longer. Feel the fire burn your fingertipsAnd the heat melt your skinLet the pain consume every partAs the fire devours you. The yellow and orangeTurns you brown and greyThe majesty of the flameReduces you to ash andContinue reading “Flammable”
If I Told You
If I tell you to close your eyes If I tell you to stop yourself from listening If I tell you to believe the sweet lies If I tell you it’s no use speaking, Would you listen? If I tell you to let go If I tell you to sing loud If I tell youContinue reading “If I Told You”
Little Pieces of a Bigger Puzzle
a drop of water in the sea a grain of sand on the beach a blade of grass in the meadow you and me, in this world. a strand of hair in a head of luscious curls a thread of fabric from a t-shirt a pinch of salt in the ocean you and me, inContinue reading “Little Pieces of a Bigger Puzzle”
Teen Tidings 