do you feel it?
the rising and falling of unrest
in your bones
with each sigh, each smile, each nod
and each word
that rolls out from your
while the clock tiks
mercilessly on a tuesday afternoon.
pick yourself up
from the clutches of
unburden your shoulders.
let them breathe.
let your mind breathe.
let your body breathe
let your heart breathe.
until it is no longer
a task to live.
today. i unearth the seasons
in my ribs. flowing
graciously along the
lines that turn brown
under the sun.
today. i carry myself quietly
through the rubble of unspoken
today. i remind
my worth to my
today. i unapologetically choose me.
How funny is this? As much as we crave change, as much as we desire new, random, beautiful and out of this world experiences, there is always a part of us that wants to go back to where we started from, to stay close to everything familiar, everything that once felt like home.
This is how I've been since past few months.
I haven't taken a break. I've been writing a lot. I've been reading a lot. I'm well updated in what you guys are up to, what my favorite people are feeling, writing and going through these days and I have a lot to say to you all, so here I go.
It is great to see you back in action Kayla, missed your gorgeous words so much. PeeVee, I am in awe with the way you write bro, how are you so amazing? Oh my god Red, you are back! Did I tell you I stalked you thoroughly when I saw your comment? D your new blog and the name is breathtaking. The last post where you wrote 'Not having something to say shouldn't keep me from writing anymore, I should just write.' I want to thank you for this.Ankita, you woman are shining like a diamond. I am very happy for your latest books love. Soumya, Twisha, Emma, Ridx, Anisha, Keirthana gosh, I missed you ladies (sincere apologies if I've missed out your name). And my readers, both old and new. You make me feel safe, you make me feel at ease whenever I think about this blog and I am incredibly thankful for that. I've realized I get too weepy and sentimental when I write about what this blog has been to me, what you all have been to me and I think the best part is that you being a blogger yourself, can understand this so well. You know there is a mess in our head and it is okay to let it out and feel sooo much at once.
Writing is and will always be the most beautiful form of meditation for me, for us.
I'm currently more active on another platform, Instagram: @cometmuse. It is new, it is fresh, more convenient to handle and it gives me that push to outdo myself every time I read my previous posts. I think I have fallen in love with this art all over again. Writing community is as encouraging on Instagram as it is here. But honestly, I do miss the familiarity of Blogger, the familiarity of having friends who have seen me evolve, seen me grow into a less confused and wayward being. So if you are on Instagram, do drop by and say hi. I would love to see you there.
Lastly, here is my current favorite song for you. This is how you make me feel.
Lana Del Rey: Because of you (unreleased)
I think I should get a tattoo of her name. I'm clearly obsessed.
I know there are horrors
residing in you,
growing on you,
eating your insides,
frail and fragile.
I know you are
putting on another mask,
of skin to silence them,
to shut them out.
But remember love,
in this entire world
is more beautiful,
out of the ugliest
that we survive.
The new domain www.cometmuse.com is up and working almost fine. It feels great to work on a full-fledged personal website like I'm doing something serious and important, but I'm not. Yay me!
Why comet muse, because the name resonated with me and my style of writing. No poetic meaning behind, it is what it is. Just felt so right and there cannot be any better reason than that.
Started a secondary blog on Tumblr. I think it is important for me to remind myself that I'm not as pathetic as I think. Therefore, Tumblr is only for sharing my personal favorite pieces from this blog. So if you're on Tumblr, drop in some day. I'd love to connect.
2015 was officially my poetry reading year. I discovered some beautiful contemporary poets like Nayyirah Waheed, R.M Drake and their work has been an amazing source of inspiration. Honestly, they are the poets who kept me sane throughout the year and therefore, deserve a special mention and a special photo too.
I don't have any plans for twenty sixteen and surprisingly, I'm not freaking out. Is this what growing up feels like?
Lastly, I am proud to grow into a person who is always the first to forgive and forget. Things become simpler if you just declutter your life and there is no better way than forgiveness. So in case you've been a bitch to me (not you, you are cute), I forgive you because I know you are still growing up.
A very important P.S: My new active email id is firstname.lastname@example.org. Let's share some emails, stories and secrets and keep it only between us, okay?