#journey_to_the_center_of_you

With love from me to me

A love letter from myself for myself and to myself Dear Nandi You are everything that you didn’t think you would be when your grow up. Maybe that’s because you didn’t know the truth back then. That life, happens and sometimes things fall apart just to fall in place. I want you to know thatContinue reading “With love from me to me”

To Be That Girl

Can I be more like her?Can I walk into a room and capture everyone’s attention?Can I fearlessly look at the world and tell it I’m not afraid like she does?Can I speak with my voice and be heard?Just like her,That girl that sits in the back of my mind waiting for her release from thisContinue reading “To Be That Girl”

The Beauty Within

The glare of light cut right through her fears and exposed a self that she did not want the world to know. A vessel that felt incomplete was finally mended. Every crack was filled with truth and a new beauty shones from within. A skin scared with but still beautiful. A soul that had druggedContinue reading “The Beauty Within”

I’M FINE, THANKS FOR ASKING

I’m fine…I say it smile so that it sounds more convincing.“I’m fine! “I’ll probably chuckle just to make sure you don’t see the tears hiding this plastic smile that I have worn for so long. I have forgotten what my smile looks like.But I’m fine…You don’t need to ask me twice.I made it clear theContinue reading “I’M FINE, THANKS FOR ASKING”

Some Days

Sometimes I cry. Sometimes I smile. Most times I’m hurt, broken and bruised. Other times I laugh, out loud in amusement of the lies I make myself believe. Some days are grey. Most days are true. This feeling ain’t new. But I pick up my pieces and try this again because sometimes one step isContinue reading “Some Days”

Bleeding Words

I’ve written them not because I couldn’t say them, But because I was afraid to say it all. I wrote them because I was afraid no one would believe the words coming out of my mouth. I wrote the sorrows of my heart in black and white. I wore a plastic smile that I couldContinue reading “Bleeding Words”

THE MUSIC MAN

It’s not everyday you get to meet a stranger that tells you truths about yourself that you only you know. I happened to bump into a such a stranger. A master of sound. A music man. He gave me a ride and played a symphony on the organ that lies in my head. He neitherContinue reading “THE MUSIC MAN”