I am scared To be with someone To be vulnerableTo open up enough to someone to break or make my heartTo be his 2am innocenceOr his 6am loveTo be his surety in uncertaintiesOr his existence in doubtsTo be his smiles in tearsOr his confidence when shatteredTo be his light when darkOr to hold his hand… Continue reading I am sacred
These mornings I wake up with a sinking feeling in my pit. I feel like heavy weights been kept on my shoulders and knees. As if something is pulling me down further into the folds of bed and not allowing me to get up. I am not sad, but just empty. Still, I wake up every… Continue reading Not Sad, Just Empty.
Today I saw, no heard death, not once but twice. Morning I woke up to a blogger friend’s mom passing away and in the evening a colleague’s. She called me in between a meeting and said crying her mother was seriously admitted and chances are low. But after half an hour a call from India… Continue reading Come back. Even as a shadow, even as a dream.