Category: writing

Dear Human

musings, personal, Words, writing, Writing

Dear human

I have been unable to express my feelings so far.
Now, the time has come.

The days are long and hard.
I miss you creasing one end up as you sat there for hours at a stretch.
I miss the feel of your books strewn across me.
I miss your accessories and the creams and wet towels.

The nights?
We would better not even talk about them.
Because I miss your voice and conversations you had with the other humans.
I miss you doing a 360 dance while slept.
I miss those tears, only I had the privilege of seeing.

All I now feel
Is the hand of the other human and a couple tears as they look around for you.
And really just..
Just empty.

Sincerely,
Empty Bedside.

If only they knew.

fiction, Story, writing

If only they knew what being an actor meant.

She went on to stage.
Afraid. For the 1st time in 5 years.
Her parents were going to watch her do this today.
Her only shot at convincing them, this is what she wanted to do with her life.
Just This.

Her mother trying her best to fake smile.
Her father, clearly not making an effort.

The play happened, she saw every emotion that crossed their faces right before turning stoic, from the stage.

She knew they liked it.
She knew they were proud.

But when she came outside to meet them?
They said, this wasn’t enough to make a good career.
She would have to go back to her financial analyst job. That’s who she could be and was.

She smiled, she indeed was their daughter.
They knew how to act so well.
And she would always be an actor.
How else would she be a financial analyst?

#WorldTheatreDay

Letting go.

Letting go, lost, Love, Memories, musings, Pain, photography, random, relationships, Words, writing

Teach me.
Teach me how to gracefully let go of things not meant for me.
Teach me how to love someone and yet not loose myself.
Teach me how to keep the spaces empty and not fill them with words.
Teach me how to let go of someone else’s pain.
Teach me how to not feel so much that my body becomes a wisp of smoke.
Teach me how to think it’s not my fault.
Teach me.
Please. Teach me how to let go.

It’s a choice!

choice, writing

Live. Smile. Laugh. Breathe. Think. Feel. Cry. Believe in something. Believe in yourself. Don’t believe things you don’t want. Don’t force yourself. Or maybe do. Tell someone you love them. Be guilty or don’t be. Dislike people don’t hate them. Don’t insult them. Love with all the innocence of your soul. Don’t let experiences ruin them. See things in different ways. There could be a number of them. Sing. Bray if you can’t sing. Fear. Be bold. Feel cold. Eat. Exercise. Dress up. Look fancy when you want to. Don’t do things you don’t want to. Say yes. Say no. Thrill yourself. Love yourself. Surprise someone. Or rather yourself. Do something for someone you love. Make them happy. Feel the things you don’t want to feel. Cause you will anyway. Be jealous, be insecure. Dance. Look like a spastic duck with two left feet if you can’t. Scribble. Draw. Paint. Get wet in the rain. Travel the world. Settle down wherever you want to. Adhere to the universal ways or don’t. Be angry or not. Write. Tell people how you feel. Love animals. Work towards your dreams. Work towards other people. For other people. Or don’t do anything other than what makes you feel alive. Run around in circles. Wear oversized sweaters. Swear if you feel like it. Help people. Realise your passion. Be nice or don’t. Just be something. Do something. Be alive. Make your presence count. Or don’t. Just do what you feel like. There’s nothing to stop you other than you.