The Storm Within

The feelings growing on me, slowly engulfing me in its gloom, this overwhelming sense of despair!

How I long to stand in the storm &
Let the storm within give way in its  camouflage..

Where streams can pour with ease,
As the thunderous thump rips through the chest,
The pain like a 100 daggers piercing – time – and again! like the spark that gives light but leaves destruction..

As the storm subsides, all that shattered and was aflame would have dosed finding solace as the last of the droplets trickle down caressing silent lips…

Let the storm take with it that which it must



I love the serenity of sleep

As it douses the pain

Blanks out the churning thoughts of misery and confusion

It calms an anxious heart and tames a wild spirit

In it…

I find my comfort that I so wish and long to experience with my eyes open!

Be yourself…

“Be yourself” he said.

From behind gleaming green eyes, he seemed lost in a world of wonder. 

“Be yourself”… 

Like your ear against the shell, hearing the ocean chime and even once you’ve removed it, the clear picture still flashing behind your lids? 

Yes!! that feeling – exactly that. 
Why i wonder? Such an impact or not? The words imprinted in my mind, making me wonder –

some food for thought, right?! 

How we so easily adapt to new situations or how we change ourselves to fit in? Is it necessary though? Should we!? 

Can 1 be oneself in a setting – new and different to ones comfort? 

And than – why do we change, conform or alter image and ways to be a part of?instead of ‘with’ but remaining an individual!

Maybe, its the fear of rejection. The fear of being and feeling misplaced. The fear we create within ourselves fuelled by the expectations we set for ourselves, as well as those we assume others have of us.
Maybe just maybe –

We think too hard, 

Worry too much, and

Expect even more;

But all, that really matters and did matter is our self acceptance.

When in the pit of sorrow..


Life… the book of blank pages we turn the pages and live by the lines written by the Writer known to Him and unknown to all..
As the days go by everything is clear and embossed, etched into our hearts and memory to stay..

All we can do is have patience, n be accepting and hope that the future pages are to unfold better then what has passed… When in the pit of sorrow.

Then there was…

Those hearts that wait on a return,

those that wait for the time they will meet again in eternity


then those that have no wait no wish as all they have and ever wanted is right before them unnoticed, untouched with the love of appreciation and gratification, can we deny the favors of our Lord?

Be grateful for all that you have for once its gone your wait will begin – inevitably it shall…