Words do matter.

Our lives begin to end the day we become silent
about things that matter~ martin luther king
Words heal..
Words reassure..
Words express...

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#42 Hell inside my head




Don't tell me it is nothing 
For I know better 
I am going through it

My demons are mine
I'll tackle them in my own time 
You don't need to worry 

Stay put, keep distance 
I have history of hurting friends 
I need space to sort 

The hell is in my head
Devil lives within
Hush! He hates noise

Let him devour my soul 
Tear me apart in pieces 
I'll be back soon 

But first I need to die
Succumb to my pain 
Bleed under his torment 

And when his anger subsides
I'll be reborn, from my own ashes
Ready for another hell
Another devil, another torture
But stronger than before...

#37 Warrior Princess



She isn't a princess waiting to be rescued
She is queen who can carry her crown
And your hasty judgements
With equal grace...

Neither sugar and spice
Nor everything nice
She's got fire and fury
Little sparkle and many lilies
In equal measure...

She can't be tamed
Caged or confined
She got her wings
For she's born to fly...


A/N:
Muse for the verse - Simi Sathyan. A friend. A survivor. A fighter.

#36 Beautiful Imperfections

Perfection doesn't attract me...


Scars, Broken pottery 
Dimmer star next to the brightest one in sky
Clumsiness, broken stones
Asymmetrical shells... 

There's an untold story everywhere 
I am attracted to the untold, unknown. 

#28 Camouflager





Gliding softly in his dissolved attire,
Settling at foot of her bed.
His bloodless heart wrenched,
Watching her cry herself to sleep.
Admitting her hurt to be his doing,
Yet couldn't make a move to soothe her down.
Trapped in his own can of worms,
Acting on a curse he can't lift.
His loving caresses inflicted wounds.

If only he knew, if only;
A sincere word, a meaningful glance,
Was all healing potion she needed.

It was her strength to ache so hard,
Whilst numbness clouded his senses.
Weeping, bleeding, feeling agonizing pain,
Were far from his emotional range.

Buzzing silence pronounced his presence.
Puzzling odor fused in still air.
His ghostly proximity evoked her senses.
He was back yet again.
Not sure to stab or cure,
Or to kill with his silence over again?