Am I enough?

"Adulting is not easy, it is the time you reflect on your growth!

You have so many questions popping in your mind like self doubts,

purpose of life, existential thoughts and what not!

It is a continuous process of working every day to accept who

I am yet, at times my thoughts do run wild.

Here is a snippet that I inked on a gloomy day"

I often tend to ask myself,

Am I enough? is all of this worth it?

What is the point of life really?

Who am I even? What is my purpose?

    This follows the self-doubts filled masquerade.

Proceeded by tears of overwhelming confusion -

    My gut says, "I'm here to change the world",

    My heart and head disagree in doubt.

I can move people and perhaps mountains,

How do I get there to make all the difference?

Will I be stuck in this societal rut forever?

Will I ever have the will to just live free.

    I know I often feel the weight of the world,

    Getting heavier by the minute on my shoulders,

    I think I simply need to clear my mind,

    And follow my gut believing, "I can be".

Back to the shore

"There comes a time in life that knocks you hard in the head, reminding you how

time changes you!  How as you grow old, you lose the kid in you as 

responsibilities begin to burden your shoulders! 

When you look around, you see nothing but yourself! Realizing it the hard way -

'You walk in and leave, alone! The rest are but strings attached and nothing more'. 

For only you can save yourself by being 'you' and not losing yourself in the 

process of growing up! As I sat on the porch missing the old me, I began to ink..."

What does loneliness even feel like?

amidst big crowds, your heart starts to strike;

Strike and outcry, failing to feel the love around,

turning cold and numb, worse than a barren ground!

    Why is life often gifted with jolts like these?

    never a smooth medley like 'wine and cheese'.

    At times neither moments nor memories do please,

    It is such a rugged journey; as messy as grease!

Why does everything shatter, all at once?

recovering is uncertain, takes weeks or months.

It takes beyond everything to repair what's broken-

Deep scars and wounds leave the soul forsaken!

    I was known to be the 'happy-go-lucky-girl', 

    with a smile that shone brighter than pearl!

    Lost in the ocean of darkness, where do I explore?

    How do I get my old self back to the shore?

Sea and Shore

"Everything in life has a first time! It was the first time in three years - that he yelled! 

The world to me felt topsy-turvy oh what a shocker! I had never seen him lose it, like ever.

For it was the first of many firsts in our relationship"

She loves him; she loves him not.

She is so disturbed; his temper is fuming hot.

His mood swings are tearing her apart -

Evidently hampering her life's peaceful cart.

     Her mind confuses her too much,

     Her positive thoughts blending with a negative touch,

     She is in love, just head over heels!

     Everything else in her mind - just kneels. 

Love is always in the air until,

his temper turns her world just still.

She is broken and her helpless feeling,

makes her the song of a melancholic saying!

     Love is so loud, wounds are just louder!

     The darkness of the pain in the hearts gets heavier.

     Why don't they understand what they are meant for?

     To love and not to hate, like the sea and shore.

True love

"A soul finds its soulmate when its true love is found! 

What is true love? Why is it called so? How can you be sure? are the first few questions asked; answers to these can never truly be explained nor said, but only truly felt. 

'True love' was a myth for me until it was reality! Thoughts clouded my mind with the beauty of true love and so I began to ink..."

What really is love? A mystery? A puzzle?

It's full of life and overdosed with dazzle!

It's mistaken for lust and sometimes for luxury,

Fighting for true love is but sheer bravery!

    Life seems meaningless without this only element,

    Enriched and engraved in every little fragment-

    Every little fragment which completes the only maze;

    The maze called true love that can make any soul daze!

Love is the only invention of the only almighty,

Some call it dangerous while some call it Godly.

What really is true love? Is it for real?

It is as real as life is and anything can be!.

    'Tis a connection that speaks without communication.   

    A devotion truly felt like a patriot of a nation.

    A crazy feeling that makes one alive and equally dead;

    True love is simply divine; neither can be depicted nor said!!!

Class and Sass

"After ages, my little sister and I spent time together, just the two of us. 

Our giggles and silence echoed louder than the wind chimes adding melody to the night. 

We got all nostalgic; reminiscing the good old days and the unforgettable yet embarrassing times. The fights, the silly stuff, the crushes, the bets, the rise and fall of an era, the achievements and everything else under the sun that we shared. 

This day is still so special to me, engraved in my heart and mind"

We sat on the cold bare floor-
gazing at the polished wooden door,
not a single thing had changed between us;
Deciding 'Who should latch the door?' turned to a ruckus!

    Courage out-poured, being the only two souls.
    All the rooms at home seemed like empty bowls.
    We did feel lonely without our folks around -    
    for always, to them our lives were bound.

'Family' on vacation and we chose not to join,
the interests were but two sides of a coin.
The spirit stared at us, for the royal tilt!
with steel and glass goblets above the quilt. 

    Still confused if we really had to,    
    drink to glory until we turn blue!   
    serving it in style, with the best ever sass,    
    she proudly toasted - "Class and Sass!".