An ironic affair  

Image by Timothy Barlin

You dream to fly, yet you cage your heart

When He opens a window, you chain your wings

You ask to be set free, yet choose to die with loss

What is this chaos? Do you thrive on madness or are you being consumed by it?

A Face in the Crowd

In the crowd dear heart, look for faces you call Home

If you ever get scared to be lost in the crowd, if it ever holds you back from living your life, remind yourself, the route to home is only a touch away. 

via. Weekly photo challenge: A face in the crowd 

Life’s play

Image by Valentino Funghi

The notes she thought her absence will open, were now being revealed one by one. Subtly, right before her eyes. The chords she had perceived too stringent to play, were now melting in anguish. The sounds she had longed to hear, now touched her hearing here and there. 

Oh the course of life! How unpredictable. How infinitesimal is the ginormous will of a man, he hopes to cling to for the rest of his life.

The Versatile Blogger Award

Thank you wonderful Riya for the nomination! ✨ Check out this sweet little girl’s daily musings for a soulful relfection on everyday happenings. 💕

Facts or Fiction 

Disclaimer: So this is kinda the third time I’m writing about myself, and I don’t want to sound a narcissist. Also this is awkward. 

  • I wish to keep evolving.
  • Stagnancy is one of my biggest fears.
  • I dig rifles, men with passion, and fast rides.
  • I’m a gamophobic. (And I’m still figuring my way around it.)
  • I can take an honest opinion anyday. 
  • I need my bff to keep my thoughts sane, and rationalize everyday happenings.
  • I believe in destiny, and a Higher play.

Nominations- more like the blogs that get me going!

Thank you for reading! 

Ciao.

Gamophobia

Image by Rene Bohmer

I need a moment here, to demolish my walls, to unclothe and step out of my core and talk about this fear that’s bred inside of me since who knows when. 

How often do you stand core naked before somebody; as creatures assembled by words of confessions. How fatal are such encounters, how easy to be misread.

It’s like this fear sabotage our mind. You lose a connection with yourself, while you fail to see who you’re, you’re more you in those vulnerable moments than you’d ever be with anything else.

My fear breeds inside of me. A fear to share this life. A fear to not grow. No matter how irrational, the fears are there to stay. And I don’t know if that’s a good or a bad thing.