words . unclasp. emotions

It was not even late. Sun bright enough for your eyes to glare. I saw a path ahead and three men with obnoxious stares. If that stare was an ocean, filth was every drop . Emotions of disgust churned in me . Any person from the outside would not sense one bit of fear; cause that’s how I was raised ~ to be loud, brown and fearless , but the truth was I was frightened, panicked and anxious every second. Every step felt clumsily brisk and I guess only good souls in this world could sense my fear. Suddenly I heard a boy scream : “Hey, simran!! WAIT” Dude that’s not even my name. But still I turn back and this boy is running towards me, he seems to be of my age. I pause and look at him, wondering if it’s a familiar face ,after moments of thoughts , it was still a clear no. I didn’t know him. By now he’s beside me and says, “come lets walk” and he initiated a lovely conversation . Oh wait, I doubt if I can even call it a conversation, he was the one talking and I was the lis...

Hand gently placed on the study top Thoughts aligned in resonance THUD. A massive metal block. Seconds back, blood and my thoughts both flowed freely Now , it was throbbing as it thickened. I could feel the blood ooze , internally A clot is formed. Its all deep blue But. When your thoughts are clotted Its just black. Not that black is a symbol of negativity Only cause everything diminishes in the dark. Physical pain is hard. Mental pain is harder , cause its consistently vigorous stress → anxiety→ frustration → depression . it’s a freight which deepens. You might think it ain’t that big a deal The fact on point is that It is. It is a big deal. It might seem to be small That titchy skin peeled off Right beside those cracks Which parts your nail and skin. Yes. That peeled skin Seems to be small This tiny laceration is total discomfort. Ridiculously, mental pain is boxed as “small” Trust me .its...

Been in this dark space for a while now, Waiting for someone to lift me . I’m feeling like a hurricane hit me in the head State of extremes you see Varied thoughts flooded , yet so thoughtless. Yes my life’s a disaster Hurricanes , floods , and tsunamis I’ve faced them all & that has actually made me strong, who I am. Its funny though So many creative ,like minded people around We have the same “likes” and “hates” And still I’am a stranger-friend. That “conversation” never happens . That “connection” is what I’ve been deprived of I see best friends tagging around and giving warm hugs I too get hugs But it isn’t any close to “warm”, Legit for the sake of giving Every time I look at the mirror, I see someone beautiful. Her eyes filled with passion and care. That smile is her symbol of strength. She is a true warrior, True to herself and the folks around Her bag filled with honest tales...

{So this one's an extract from a game me and my friends play; basically you'll get a word prompt and you have to WRITE,CREATIVELY.} word prompt : HAZEL HAZEL She looked beautiful. Beautiful for once cause she saw her reflection in his eyes. Those hazel eyes which was undoubtedly unusual for an Indian guy.It was cold outside but she felt like that hazel colour was spreading warmth.She rested in his arms, all she felt was pure bliss as the ice cream with hazel nuts melted in her mouth.

“ A large number of people gathered together in an unruly way.” This is exactly how Google defines C-R-O-W-D. A crowd with finite faces This really gets me introspecting, I see a face with multiple sides. I see faces that have conquered phases of life. I see faces that drop brackets of joy {||||||||} I see faces that render richness in hives. These faces seem to be the “light” of the crowd. Now when there’s light, there’s always a shadow . There are faces which are fueled with fakeness There are faces who carry knives coated with love There are faces with that “ always hungry stare ” And you know, that “he” is framing you bare. *fucking male chauvinists* And then come the faces Who are always with you and promised you many ‘forevers’ But when you are sinking, they are nowhere. This is what I call; “when a crowd gets converted to a clan of crocodiles “faking fucking tears; you being the prey. This crowd will let you choke Zero fucks given ...