shining elixir

she was still there. she'd been there for so, so long, swiftly moving in the same, repetitive path. she'd been birthed out of an explosion, so it was almost meant to be that her life was full of them. yet, there she was, feeling everyone she had ever given home to, everyone she ever let survive, die away. she could never meet her family. she just kept moving. it had never been easy- one could never get used to death, only to pain. first it had been those drops of water, getting her body to cool down, and then there were so many creatures, so many times, when she'd burst out in anger or sadness, realised the impact of it, and cooled off. but every single time, the moment ended and everything was destroyed. new eras kept coming and coming, and as time passed, it became more and more difficult for her to keep all the memories inside her soul. the only thing that didn't change were the stars on the endless ceiling of the universe. she would never get to venture out there, g...

(a poem) she looks like this beautiful goddess. with makeup on her face, no circles ‘round her eyes. her body just like they want it to be- her face, tearless attitude seemingly fearless. she looks beautiful pretty and merciful. she always says she’s alright. she always says so. but in her mind, there’s no light, no quiet. just noise reaching her ears, her mind fully in tears. no beauty to what they see under the surface. but you know, they’ve told her what she should be like. that her purpose is to impress guys. she’s starving herself cutting all her sorrows she doesn’t feel like an angel. she just looks like one. but nobody knows. and nobody cares. she says ‘nothing’s wrong, i’m fine’ but all this time, we’ve been blind. we destroyed the real beauty. and we still don’t notice the sorrow inside her eyes. she’s doing all this in vain, and it drives her insane. but apparently, beauty is pain. she won’t tell you all the things she goes through ...

serendipity- noun-'the occurence of something by chance in a fortunate way' it had been so long since it'd last rained this way. i was alone, as i'd been for so long. i'd almost forgotten what a sunny sky looked like. i'd almost forgotten what happiness felt like. i'd almost given up on having any company. almost. they say that a storm is always followed by a rainbow. apparently, there's always light at the end of the tunnel. but would the storm ever end? would i ever get to step out of the tunnel? i had nobody. i had nobody i could count on, nobody who would be there for me. more than alone, i felt lonely. i felt drained of all energy. i couldn't breathe. i couldn't move. i felt trapped. i felt like i was engulfed in oil, waiting to be burnt.  and i was trapped, by four walls. they were transparent, made of glass, so i could see what was outside. it was still raining, and the level of water was starting to rise rapidly. i was truly feeling scare...