My mind is its own person, it speaks when it wants to.

My mind is its own boss, dreaming what it feels like. Is that what my subconscious is really like?

The chosen solitude, labelled as loneliness, has finally stopped haunting me. Is clarity of body, mind and soul, exactly what it sounds like?

My mind is its own persona, fleeting where it feels like. It seems I can’t control it even if I want to.

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Hello, dear squirrel, do you overthink every day? Does every moment of your sordid existence remind you of the bleak week ahead? Do you feel trapped in a vicious cycle of mistakes?

Hello, dear squirrel, do you feel you always get the wrong end of the stick? Do you curse the universe for putting you in this? Do you always wonder if you will ever have what it takes?

Hey there, you dumb old squirrel, how many acorns do you keep? Are all your bank accounts bleeding from the coping mechanisms you seek? Do you always grow anxious imagining yourself being one of the freaks?

Hi, dear squirrel, do you find calm in solitude? Are all your thoughts out of control, going back to what made you cry? Dear, dear squirrel, where is your fortitude? Does your heart even know what it seeks?

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Love is for the brave-hearted,

All my life I have been faint-hearted, running away from all kinds of commitments.

When I met you, I knew the time I had come to stop the rat race for I was never going to win in a competition I had created for myself.

With you, I became fearless enough to acknowledge my own shortcomings.

And so, here I am, standing before you, wearing my heart on my sleeve, asking for a reprieve from the solitude that I had grown so comfortable in.

Love is for the brave-hearted, but when I met you I knew I could never be brave enough to let you go.

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The pages that hold the secrets, littered with words to be taken to the graves And at that moment she finds the clarity that she so sorely craves.

The moment when the battered pages carry the pain and hurt, the anxiety-riddled mind’s hidden truths, then only melancholy settles in and…

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Still from the maligned show featuring the titular character

A close friend of mine posted a sardonic take on the recent releases on Netflix comparing them to sub-continental shows that honestly don’t have any fresh content, to begin with. There was another comment on her post that trashed the new Netflix version of a modern-day Sex and the City…

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