I ask myself, Am I'm anthropopathic or it's just social anxiety? Is door slamming my habit or one of my idiosyncrasies? What's wrong with me? Why do bright lights haunt me? Why do strange voices strangle me? Why do people overwhelm me?
Many girls in my circle posting on #boislockerroom. I never actively participate in "gang rape jokes" and "slut-shaming" but stay silent when I need to speak. Maybe I wasn't confident or we become so insensitive towards such remarks that we don't care at all. If you reading this you know you are one of them. But ladies do you remember the girl from another section you called "motti bhas usko kaise mil gaya vo? Do you remember you called your ex-best friend "randi"? Did you know the teacher and the girl sitting next to you cried at night because she overheard your conversation? How can you expect change when you never rose upon your own prejudice and somehow normalize rape culture?
Some say I'm too abstract and need to interact in the real world. Some call me sensitive and way too tense. Flipping through the pages of my life, In amidst of Identity crisis. I wonder what it is? Hallucination or another dark dream.
My best food memory- Two years ago and it was the first time I saw my first love in casual. That was a day off for our school uniform. I remembered how sneakily we crossed the school gates in distress. You held my hand and run to the bakery shop and I asked, what do you like to have? You ordered the black forest cake and insisted me to at least try a bite. I will remember it vividly how you placed the spoon in front of my mouth and raised your eyebrows and moved your chin forward and backward two times. I was left with no option. Its taste was like the face of a lover whom I was never to see again. #nature#love#travel#inspiration#life#poetry#thoughts#diary#friendship
I fucking hate it when someone calls a woman "goddess". We upheld such conviction from centuries to control women. Women are supposed to be submissive, docile, and the epitome of sacrifice and endurance. Why always women have to sacrifice their dreams and compensate? Because of this fucking notion and not out of choice or will.
We have to learn to be happy without anyone else input because loneliness is a universal experience. We seek happiness, assurity, validity from others and ignore our own inner voice. A person whose primary source of happiness is from himself/herself is the strongest person on the earth. #nature#love#travel#life#inspiration#friendship#poetry#thoughts#diary
What is like to stand outside of an exam hall? When pour drops of rains feel like an acid pinching your every inch of skin. When you are drifting by the storm emerging miles away. When you are drowning by the anchors. You somehow reached your seat in the exam room. You can see lifeless faces buried in dread like beach sand digging. Your heart beats and irregular pulse rate remind you every second you could have mug up every fucking page of your book to later vomit. Exam halls are breeding ground of bulimia and anorexia. You feel butterflies in your stomach, unhealthy tension in your muscles and uneasiness in your body. You feel your soul and body are two different entities and want to release from the confinement of slavery from each other. You get your question paper and somehow sum up the courage to write on the sunken city of your dreams. Times out. You submit your answer sheet to free from the guilt of your mistakes that were holding you back. #nature#love#travel#life#inspiration#friendship#poetry#thoughts#diary
The more I think about love, the more I'm drowning myself into the abyss of existential crisis. We all are driven by our biological instincts. Love is nothing but an overdose of hormones in our brain. Dopamine, oxytocin, testosterone, and estrogen are nothing but addictive drugs. Our mind crave them but worse it makes us illogical. Sexual arousal actually turns off part of the prefrontal cortex which makes us think rationally and critically. Isn't love destruction? We lost everything to it even our senses. -1/3/20 #everything#nature#love#travel#life#inspiration#friendship#poetry#thoughts#diary
The idea of India is just a few hundred years old. India was nothing but a fragmented princely states came together to form a nation. Nations lead to the idea of nationalism which apparently never makes sense to me. Nations are nothing but a piece of land and nationalism teaches us to take pride in something we didn't choose by our will. We don't take pride in our race because it makes us nothing but racist. 22.2.20 #nature#love#life#inspiration#friendship#diary#thoughts#poetry#travel
For those of you who are ready for another challenge, I'm offering a phrase prompt challenge. Please keep in mind that I won't start reading/reposting submissions for this challenge until I'm done going through all of the submissions to the previous challenge (which will be a while because I'm going to sleep first). Thank you for your patience.
MANDATORY PHRASE PROMPT: Death becomes her... (credited to Robert Zemeckis). It means that in death, the individual is quite beautiful.
RULES: Create a poem of 30 lines or less using the phrase "death becomes her..."
PHRASE CREDIT: The words "death becomes her" are credited to Robert Zemeckis for his 1992 film of the same title.
-English posts only -No more than 30 lines -No foul language or nude images -No plagiarism -One submission per person
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