Saturday, January 4, 2020

Photo :: New Year Bloom


#JanuaryPost #HomeGarden 

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Monday, September 23, 2019

Feature :: How to have fun when you're alone?


So, what can you do when you’re alone? Can you have fun? Scores of articles on the internet show the usual ways to have fun by yourself – watch a movie, get crafty in the kitchen, pick up a new hobby, blah blah blah. There’s no use mentioning them here, BECAUSE THEY SUCK!

What can you do when you feel all alone and there's no one with whom you can share an experience? You're being bombarded with how Millennials are out there earning experiences rather than money and yet, you are left alone even as the whole world seems to be going around travelling, exploring restaurants, etc. with a whole bunch of people who seem to have a shared secret of knowing how to be connected to each other. Meanwhile, you sit in front of your computer or worse, you're slumped in a chair with your phone in hand scrolling through posts and posts of people "living" their life. All the while feeling sorry for yourself for not having the means and resources to go around having these experiences. Well, for one, it's not lack of monetary resources. Thankfully, you seem to be in possession of that, given your job.


Alone is good.
Lonely? Not so much.

Wednesday, August 28, 2019

Poem :: There will come a day



There will come a day,
When the newness of this phase will fade away,
And, the darkness that festers within,
Will crush me over and find its way -
There will come a day.

There will come a day,
When the emptiness will engulf again,
The only constant my life has known,
It yearns to be out this chain -
There will come a day.

There will come a day,
When a safe green field will wither away,
The sky will go dark, and
The strength of the earth will stray -
There will come a day.

Monday, May 6, 2019

Poem :: Dear Anxiety


Dear Anxiety,
It's nice to have finally met you
Though you've always been
A part of me,
Nesting in the womb of my mind.
The eggs you laid
A long time ago,
It gives me dirty butterflies
In every breath you should know
Yet, I don't blame you or your role.

You're a whirlpool
Of overbearing thoughts,
You're a parasite, a plague;
A constant whirring in my head,
You cause me shortness of breath.
My feelings you confused
My friendships you destroyed
And, crashed you did, my
Default systems, my functions
Dear Anxiety, you are an affliction.

Wednesday, May 9, 2018

Poem :: You shine like the moon


Bright and beautiful you shine
Like the moon in the night
Your pseudo chastity, reflecting
In its false glow.
Oh! You shine like the moon.

Thursday, April 12, 2018

Musings :: Byron and feels # 3

Lines Addressed To The Rev. J.T. Becher, On His Advising The Author To Mix More With Society
by George Gordon, Lord Byron (composed: 1806) 

  Dear Becher, you tell me to mix with mankind;
     I cannot deny such a precept is wise;
  But retirement accords with the tone of my mind:
     I will not descend to a world I despise.
-

Some musings need no words.
-

Monday, March 26, 2018

Poem :: When A Star...


Up in the heavens,
A star woke up quiet;
Its sleep was a troubled turmoil,
Having burned through many nights.
It said to a partner,
My sheen's abandoned my soul,
I'm all but a shadow,
Away from splendour,
A hollow Hole.

Monday, March 12, 2018

Poem :: I Wish I Knew I Wasn't Special

At Chowmahalla Palace, Hyderabad

I wish I knew how simple I was;
Nothing special or extraordinary;
Neither glory awaits me;
Nor achievements, a desire.

I could've been, an
Average joe, insignificant;
Or, perhaps a basic bitch,
Whose identity a jest.

But, they told me I'm special,
And believed them I did;
I'm one-of-a-kind,
With talents and flaws so divine.

Tuesday, February 27, 2018

Poem :: Darling, Did I Tell You About Volcanoes?


How dare you think,
It’ll all be okay?
You’ll whip up a poem, and
Make it all go away?
Scars out of sight,
Run deeper than the Pacific,
Like volcanoes in its cold water.
And, darling!
Did I ever tell you about volcanoes?
Burning, boiling, brimming inside
Hot, molten lava they hide.
When they’re done veiling, and
The burning’s intolerable,
Hell, they unleash with all their might.
Scorching, searing, superheated lava,
Reducing every bit to ash,
Finishing every existence.
And, darling! Do you know,
What the volcano feels?
Relived, calm, and at peace.
-Asra

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