The nostalgic insomniac

12:30 am.  On a sour lonely night surrounded by people,  I saw my perception turn lethal .  I was seated in a moving train while the world slept.  110 kms/ hour. Deafening noises of the rails , I chose to neglect. 2:45 am. I seeked for interaction.  I used my cell phone as a distraction.  Talked to a loved one about pain.  And through their empty words, I felt disdain. 4:00 am .  Finally, letting my phone die, I resorted to a nap.  Fidgeting all the while, the dream felt like a trap.  Woke up at intervals to check my baggage because the world told me it steals.  Sigh. No wonder when someone stole my heart, I fell head over heels. 6:00 am.  I woke up afresh.  December . Sun still hid behind the dark flesh.   While the world still chose to sleep.  I decided to move to the door and weep. However, I was taken aback by the wind and the beautiful lands...

When you stare at your reflection in the mirror Do you see yourself In the  light of horror ?  Do you write yourself a Sad story? Where you are lonely and alone even at forty.  Your youth slowly fades away into a wrinkled face.  Where years of anti ageing cream helped you walk the town with grace .  You thought you'd have been in a better place by now.  You thought you would've given in by now. Left this dirt in search of a better place.  A new city to put on a mask. A bold face . When you stare at your reflection in the mirror , Do you see yourself clearer ? Do you write yourself a blissful story?  Where you are walking hand in hand with someone you love sniffing the morning glory. Reading Agatha Cristie sitting on a rocking chair, Where you still don't mind letting down whatever is left of your hair. You know you're already in a better place than you were, Where you laugh at your 20 year old's t...

When you’ve got everything figured out, When you “think” you’ve recovered, And ready to be out and about, There’s an urge to feel smothered and shuttered. You realise you’ve been pulled down again, By your convictions, like a crashing plane. Antithetically, you become numb, although in pain. All your efforts towards contentment, in vain. You start procrastinating on nothing and everything. Your life decisions feel like a bee sting. You feign anxiety but you’re so used to it, That you use tragedies in the form of wit. You start this ‘ attachment ’ bit to feel things. You start etching yourself off things you’d rather get rid of. You soon realise it’s not a skit and there are strings attached And things are as chaotic as the mournful dove. So you take up the mission to etch yourself off the attachment. Trying your best to shove away the sentiment. You succeed! You’re alone and ready to be out and about. And that’s when you think you’v...

Let's talk reality . Not everything is ever black and white . As a kid, I used to hate professor Snape. I was always terror-stricken when he came on screen. It wasn't just me but every other kid, ob....viously. Sir Alan rickman was *cries on non-usage of 'is'* (Rest in peace, sir.)  that good of an actor. Sorry to bore you, non-potter heads. Anyway , as we grew up we realized there's another side to this. Professor wasn't all that bad. He wasn't all that black. ( No racist jokes.) Although he wore black robes, he had some good within him. Not just by the end but....wait for it.... ALWAYS. *I'll rot in pop culture references.*     My point is, kids see things as black and white. A person is either noble or a villain. But our experiences make us see things as grey. Not everyone is purely good at heart. Everyone sins differently. Maybe your sins are not bad enough. But that's again a perspective and you don't get to judge others for ...

One afternoon, Gabriel decided to stop procrastinating and finally get out of bed after a fortnight which felt like a year to her. Her positive unicorn spirit was upping her pessimistic stay in bed soul. She decided to have lunch all by herself and embrace her solitude for once than dig deep into the reasons why she felt so alone. She had read about this pretty place called Fables and decided to visit keeping her social anxiety at bay. She put on her pop culture referencing T-shirt, her comfortable trousers, a beanie and thought, “That’ll keep people at bay.” When she got out of her house, she decided to get a cab instead of a bus, as she’d have to face only the cabbie and not the random strangers who’d stare at her for strangeness. Gabriel was bald, wide eyed, pouty lipped, but still managed to look beautiful. She knew she was beautiful yet strange for the society to accept her. She reached Fables in her over-priced cab and talked to the receptionist...