Thursday, November 27, 2014

Because even angels fall

After days of working towards my dream, I have finally got a chance to write, to share, to update my little world out here.

It is very weird.. my current state of mind is totally confused. I am confused. I'm so confused! At one moment I feel extremely ecstatic to watch reality, gradually impersonating my most beautiful dream and then in a snap, I come out of it with unbearable stress.

Today, in the morning while I was going to college, my shuffled playlist played a song which I used to listen during the first year. It was one of my favorites back then and needless to say, I used to play it on repeat. The song is 'Even Angels Fall' by Jessica Riddle. It got famous from the movie '10 Things I Hate About You.' and I'm quite sure you must have heard it. If not, then please do listen. It is beautiful!

Anyway, there is this line in the lyrics - "One day it's heaven, one day it's hell" I have heard this song a gazillion times and never before did this line hit me. I cannot begin to express how perfectly it fits my current situation and how I'm in love with this song all over again.

Because you don't always need motivational quotes of great philosophers to heal, there are times when life's randomness makes you feel much much better. So, maybe the next time or the next next time you hear from me, my mind will be more clear with a dream in hand and better words to share.

Till then, keep loving me, will you?


Wednesday, November 19, 2014


And then one day I will brush off the splintered pieces of storm that was once my whole life and gradually crawl away.. uncovered, unguarded but not vulnerable. because fighting fear is the most beautiful yet terrifying way to know that you are strong and that you always have been.

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Wednesday, November 5, 2014

One step closer

Write a song and teach me
how not to be
afraid of isolation
that creeps in when I tumble on
empty grey sidewalks,
or that settles down
like dust
on faded ink of half-filled notebooks.
Teach me how to befriend,
how to make it a part of the skin,
the solitude
of disoriented moments
that exists deeper
than the slow rush of blood
amidst weary veins and black charred bones.
Write me a song.
Make those moments, the life which was
always ours,
an interesting piece of play..
a little more perpetual than the
the lies, the cries,
the people, the puppets, the hatred, the agony,
the miserable nights, the forced smiles,
the only me and the only you.

Paused at Howra bridge, Kolkata