How Supernovas are made.

It will come down to what you think is enough.

And on some evenings, the ache from phantom heart wounds is what will burn you even when your limbs are protesting over exertion.

It’s all you and the moondust seems a little dull today.

Being aware of why doesn’t always lessen the sting of how. 

You were always wildfire.Even when you didn’t know it. 

Even when you thought the burn was a monster eating you from the inside.

But really, it was just the light of creation barely begun. 

And those who were blinded by that light, they said ‘It burns.’

They ran because they feared it would consume them.

They took their little light jars with them and they said ,’ You are too difficult to love.’

And you. Still unaware, still dark, still burning.

I saw you weep for them.

Tears of pain, blood and hate. Of loathing and self pity.

And when you finally stopped, it cracked the urn of light they had run from.

For you, you were too tired to stop it. To cage it and call that protection.

And those cracks turned into fuming fissures, from within sprung forth your monstrous wildfire. 

Sealed away no more, it showed that you everything you wished to believe was true.

It did hurt because you were growing.

It really was starlight slowly coursing through to your veins. 

That when you defiantly said, 

‘Watch me become light itself, I dare you.’ 

To the backs of those walking away; 

When you whispered it to their little dying fireflies,

Praying to every entity you never believed in, that it was true…

It was.

It was the beginning of you.

As you always wanted to see yourself. 

Neither was before less, nor is now more.

It is just you. As you want to be.

You can accept this light within you now. Feel it seep into fingers that you had not thought to warm again.

Gasp as the fire fills your throat, vocal chords burning with cries you never uttered.

All myth of purification made flesh and blood and burning,burning,burning.

All fierce now, look at you; radiating with every conceivable cosmic power. 

I watched you become light itself. 

That struggle of becoming?

That is how Supernovas are made.

And I know nothing with any certainty.

For myself, being a supernova is enough.

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Mental health is just as important as physical health. A lot of us struggle with problems today that we do not feel comfortable discussing because of the stigma surrounding issues like depression or panic/anxiety issues. 

Very often  you’re told to simply deal with it, as if it was merely some box with inaccurate labeling that you accidentally opened and couldn’t return. 

These words are for everyone. No matter how big or small your problem is. There is a whole world of people who will stay and be there in your life when you need them. I promise you this. 

By the time you can accept them, you will have already realised that they are not here to complete you but to complement you. 

You are enough. Always.

Of veins and heartbeats.

If you want to be happy,

Be.

If you wanna be with someone,

Be.

Too little in this world is real,

Can’t you see?

Too long you’ve taken to heal,

Go, be free.

Kohl-lined eyes, Lips painted red,

Stereotypical vanity,

On the edge of a dangerous affair,

A clear surface, A turbulent sea.

Fiery veins, pounding heartbeats,

In the search of Normality,

the winds have changed and so have we,

If you want to be happy, won’t you be?

Ernest Hemingway once said, ‘Poor Faulkner, does he really think that big emotions come from big words?’

Sometimes our little words are best we can find. They are true-er than true.

NaPoWriMo-Day 4– A poem on the opposite of love.

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Without or Within?

The daily Prompt-March 16-<a href=" Places“>Places

“As long as you feel safe in your skin, you will always have a place to call home.”
But sometimes,especially when you’re growing and changing, a safe place isn’t under your skin.

Places have the power to evoke memories, even long after the people we shared them with are gone.
Sometimes you’ll find yourself walking down familiar roads in search of the person you used to be with them.
But change is good and memories always did have a habit of glowing brighter in retrospect.

Places give you an escape from life.
Whether it’s a out of the way, hole in the wall cafe or a the floor of the classics section in a bookstore.
It’s where dreams grow bolder and hearts grow stronger.

Blue waters and sunny skies always did have their charm,
but have you ever noticed how windows in a second-hand bookstore refract a rainbow onto the ceilings?

Forest trails and wispy clouds , you say? I can hear you sigh, wanting to get away…
But look, are those lovebirds nesting in the tree just there?

Everywhere around you are stories, just waiting to be noticed, waiting to be told.
I know because I once played peek-a-boo with a kitten hiding behind a pillar on the footpath.

Curiosity leads to the most amazing things,
Like the time I met a puppy, and she fell into a pond, looking for fishes.
She’s five years old now and curled up on my bed.

Our memories are linked inextricably to places.
What’s your favourite memory?

Bad Reputation.

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~I got a bad reputation,
      We got ourselves a bad situation.~Haley Bonar(Bad Reputation)

Today I have something to say to all of you, but especially to three people who are more amazing than they will ever realize.
So far, on this blog, we’ve seen a lot of angst and let’s be honest, there’s probably more to come. But not today.

Today is for happiness, and a good book, and cup of tea.
Today is for hugs and laughter and silly jokes.
Today is for you.

When Life gives you Lemons by Sanjana18

For you I have the words of Iain Thomas-
“And every day, the world will drag you by the hand, yelling, “This is important! And this is important! And this is important! You need to worry about this! And this! And this!” And each day, it’s up to you to yank your hand back, put it on your heart and say, “No. This is what’s important.”

Today is also for cuddles with a dog. And squishy hugs. And pride and prejudice viewing.
Today is for taking a break.
Today is for you.

Constance and change by rhapsodiesofmymind

For you, I have my own words,
‘You are more than the sum of your parts.
More than the worries that plague you.
More than the things that pull you down.
You are more my love.
You are sunshine and shade.
You are enough.’

Today is for Potter love. And John Green love. And Game of Thrones love.
Today is for being unapologetic in who you are.
Today is you.

Empire of Dirt by Dreamyworldofthesleepygirl

For you I have Albert Einstein-
Because the only thing you absolutely need to know is the location of the Library.

So it’s time to be happy.
If not, well I suppose we’ll just have to have cake.

All we know.

Swimming in circles.
Currents all around.
Pulling you under.
Throwing you ashore.
The whims and fancies of the sisters of Fate.
Spinning the loom,entangling the threads.
But wait a moment, darling.
Wait.
For you.
You are lovely, and whole.
Cracked and Complete.
Both, yours and your lover’s.
But the soul’s first.
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Inspired by
“And every day, the world will drag you by the hand, yelling, “This is important! And this is important! And this is important! You need to worry about this! And this! And this!” And each day, it’s up to you to yank your hand back, put it on your heart and say, “No. This is what’s important.”
-Iain Thomas.

My Intentions.

       The tragedy of a man is what dies within him while he still lives.

I don’t remember who said it.
But it’s terrifyingly true.

The loss of innocence.
The pain of loss.
The tragedy of pain.

Perhaps the worst death is that which kills the spark within you while you still live.
Maybe it’s not dead,maybe it’s hidden,under the things you gave importance to. Things that didn’t deserve a second glance. People do.
Do you know what it is to miss memories so much it physically hurts?
The sting of something that gives you perfect happiness dancing tantalizingly just out of reach?
I think everyone has at some point in life.
There was a daily prompt a few days back…it asked if someone read your blog what would be their one experience.

It would be comfort.
If I’m fortunate it’ll be hope.
But I wish that everyone who stumbles upon this piece of my world finds something they can relate to.
To feel better,to realize there’s others out exactly like you in some ways, others maybe not so much.

I ask that you dream,even if no one believes in you.
That you think,somehow you understand that being happy with yourself is all that matters.

I ask that you let go of anyone that pulls you down, but with dignity and poise.
There is no time,beloved kindred, when manners do not matter.

I ask that you remember that fairytales  are not to tell children that dragons exist. Children already know dragons exist. Fairytales exist to tell us that dragons can be tamed. And even monsters are soft and huggy.

I know today’s a bad day.
I promise tomorrow we’ll do better.
We’ll hurt a little less, smile a little more.
And if we’re lucky we’ll dance.

You are alone.Feel anyway.

You are loud. And bold. And passionate. And if you live placidly you may as well die.
You will anyway.
You are brave. And loving. And trusting. It brings you pain.
You love anyway.
You are astounding. And scared. And hidden. It keeps you up at night.
You shine anyway.
You are honest. And blunt. And true. Your heart beats angrily.
You wait anyway.
You are everything. And nothing. And so so tired of keeping it all in.
You bleed anyway.
You are all I want. And need. And everything in between.
You are me anyway.

Tale as old as time.

It’s a beautiful day. The kind of of day when the world spins on and you’re in the peaceful epicentre. The kind of day you run into a kindred spirit and fall in love. Actually you’d much rather fall in love with an idiot who gets under your skin and enrages you..at first at least. It’d make for an interesting life to be sure. Similarity doesn’t challenge you enough.

Love is probably the most abstract emotion ever. And anyone who’s ever seen a Romantic Comedy knows exactly what I mean when I say it’s more a commercial product and right up there with luxury goods bought for displaying wealth.
Forgive this deplorable view. I’m 18 and naive.

And then Ernest Hemingway’s words pop into my head..

‘And you’ll always love me?’She asked.
‘Yes.’
‘And the rain won’t make any difference?’
‘No.’

The first thought that pops into my head is-‘what ****!’ I apologize for the language. But it is kinda true.

And then I felt like a complete and utter fool,because the best love story of them all resides under my roof.
My grandparents have been married for more than 65 years.

65 years.

That means they were married a little before half of you out there were even born.
That means they’ve been married for almost as long as India’s been Independent. 
That means…well it just means that it’s been a long long long long time.

She wakes up at 6 in the morning,because he likes an early breakfast at 7.
He went to the hospital everyday when she had an accident and refused to leave without hours of assuring him that no one would leave her side. And he came back in about 2 hours after that anyway.
She always knows exactly where his things are,even when he has no recollection of leaving them lying around.
He brings her roses from the terrace garden when they’re in full bloom.

It’s the story after ‘The End.’ has flashed on the screen and you assume the happily ever after.

And it makes me feel amazing to have grown up with this example of what I’d call True Love.
It’s friendship and patience and understanding and so much more.
I can’t even put it into words. It’s a beautiful thing.

Unfortunately,anyone living around  here would willingly attest to the fact that this beautiful expression exists only on this side of the house door. The other side is a world of idiots who thrive on Drama and have probably declared love more times than the number of years they’ve been living.

Yeah,those people suck.

So I’m gonna ignore them for a while. Them and their distorted image of love which includes a new romance every other month.
And I’m gonna smile.
Cause it’s a beautiful day. And my dog’s asleep on my lap. And my grandparents are right here. That’s love enough for me.

The Daily Post:Menagerie.

This post could not possibly be more coincidental. My topic? Do you have animals in your life? If yes,what do they mean to you. You find it here.
And yesterday my beloved Elsa turned three years old.

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Elsa,my love.

She is my heart,my soul. I’ve had her since was a puppy that fit in my lap and chewed up everything she could get her teeth on.

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Young and free.

Like this. I’ve grown so attached to this little girl I can’t even put it in words. Anyone who’s ever had a dog or loves them knows that sense of complete satisfaction you get when they jump on you everyday when you return home,their insistence that your sole purpose in life is to hug them,play with them and cuddle up together. So what does she mean to me? She means unconditional,irrepressible,flawless love. I also used to have a cat.

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Ladies and Gentlemen,Meet Chips the cat.

I adopted him when he was a kitten small enough to fit in the palm of my hand. I remember when I first got him home and introduced him to Elsa,who was about a year old at the time. Yeah she learnt the hard way not to mess with a spitfire of a kitten. That scratch on her nose didn’t disappear for about a fortnight! But they learnt to live together. They used to cuddle up on Elsa’s bed during the meagre excuse for a winter we have here in Bombay.

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Peaceful Co-existence

Chips,however,decided that the domestic life was not for him,he left one day and didn’t come back. Not a day goes by when I don’t miss him. It’s been more than three months that he’s been gone.

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Pieces of my heart.

So that’s that. I love my Elsa and Chips. They’re my family. That says it all I think.

Smooth Seas and Safe Harbours.

Adrift in a ocean of denial,
The unknown is a scary place.
It’s funny you know, the way that simple greeting has you smiling,
After all it’s just a statement of the obvious.
Still waters run deep they say,
The currents care not for your comfort.
For you could exist in the harbour forever,
But you would not live for a day.
The disjointed phrasing is inescapable,
Thoughts fly around this head too rapidly to comprehend.
Much like the butterflies in your stomach you’d never admit to.
It’s everything and nothing,all at once.
But a smooth sea never made a skillful sailor,
And I’m here to enjoy the ride.
How could I not?
These words make my soul smile.