Home doesn't have a meaning anymore. There are too many places, and only people can come close to the feeling of home. Every time I arrive at an airport, I dread getting out, and there is a heaviness with every step I take towards the exit. I do not want to go back to reality. … Continue reading where is home?
Tag: Poetry
tornado
Amidst the tornado, I opened multiple doors to try and get out. But I was still trapped inside it. Each one led me further deep into the eye of the storm. I got myself deep into the mess and got caught up in it.I can't get out of it no matter what I try. I … Continue reading tornado
it wasn’t forever
It all started with the whispers;Loud enough for me to hear it all,Yet I was naive as hell for me to question it.A tower of used tissues and a wet pillow was my daily constant,I ignored the signs andLife continued (in oblivion). Next came the verbal fights;Exhausted to be involved with all the drama,Yet, I … Continue reading it wasn’t forever
What do writers write about?
This is a question I have often asked myself. A little bit of everything is what my mind voluntarily answers. I write about anything that reignites my creativity like/ the comfort of going back to a place called home while eating amma’s home-cooked meal/ the sound of waves crashing against the shore while staring at … Continue reading What do writers write about?
will she let her thoughts win?
She was scribbling in her roomwaiting for her doom she was scrolling through the hatredwanting to crawl back into her blanket she passed the time staring at the ceilingonly to lose all her happy feelings she lays stillknowing the drill time for her to get outbefore she loses herself for clout she was too lateto … Continue reading will she let her thoughts win?
curves
She tucks her weighing machine at the back of the closet,hoping it helps tuck away her bloated tummy,which pushes her into eating less (Calorie deficit, they call it these days?)She still manages to sneak a peak into her weight at some point,(or multiple times a day)and suddenly, it isn’t her inner voice which breaks her … Continue reading curves
Time
In a world that is constantly runningwill you pause for a minute?Look at the sky above and take in a breath of fresh air. Spread your arms wide open,accept the things happening nowand twirl around, will you?Worried if someone will stare? Show them what it feels like tostop chasing after the unknownby taking one look at you. Your … Continue reading Time
familiarity breeds contempt
AC blasting on a hot summer day/ waking up and realising I have five extra minutes to sleep/ attending my morning meetings from home/ listening to songs I grew up with and singing along/ rewatching my favourite feel-good movie/ recollecting crazy memories with friends/ curled up in my favourite blanket/ catching up with friends through … Continue reading familiarity breeds contempt
insecure
You have heard me talk about my insecurities haunting and keeping me up at night, but little do you know what they are. I let my mouth run when I’m nervous and leave you with secrets I never meant to share. You can be a stranger, and this can be oversharing, but that thought does … Continue reading insecure
unhinged
Tick tock tick tock, the first half of the day goes by with my emotions unhinged. As the hour hand makes a 360-degree turn, and the clock strikes midnight, when I’m left in my room all alone, my thoughts take a 180-degree turn, suddenly, I am eager to flip through my insecurities, like a photo … Continue reading unhinged
World of Jeana 