Unwinding Heart

“People aren’t homes, they never will be. People are rivers, always changing, forever flowing. They will disappear with everything you put inside them.” ~Nikita Gill Hellooooo, people. It’s been a long time. I’m here. Again. After all, this is where I unwind my heart. And you witness it.  you’re going to continue this on your own will and really i feel so burdened with the thought that you  somehow are reading this just ‘cause of some obligation to me or maybe i’m just thinking too much So, as said above, people are rivers, I think I’d be considered a river too? Inside, there’s this beating stone, called heart, it’s trapped with so many lil’ stones around that neither are they crushing it completely nor are they giving it space. This beating stone is struggling to.. pump life to the rest of me.  Ask me what has happened? Nothing.  Why am I in this feel? Probably because I got some time to myself and I looked in. Guess what? I neither knew how to swim nor I could brea...

Hellooooo, people. This is a rare piece. It’s an early morning write-up. Whatever you have ever read, almost everything was an evening or night write-up or just woke up from a nightmare kind of write-ups or poems. Once the day passes and the time to go to bed gets closer, the emotions get stacked up high. not sure if that’s just me though The way everything replays in your head – everything that has happened in the day – until you are lying down on the bed. For someone like me, who feels so much, I’m more expressive during my night conversations. And oh gawd! Don’t get me started on when the layer of filters between my mind and tongue starts fading away as I get sleepy. those who have had sleepy conversations would know, rest of you can just imagine this to be a more honest version of a person but more adorable than they usually are Still can’t believe that it’s a morning write-up. And if I’m not gonna write about the emotions I have collected in the whole day, then what am I going to ...

Hellooooo, people. I've been searching for a topic to write on, for more than two days. I thought I didn't have it until now. What happened now? I just realised I didn't have one topic to write on; I had many. i myself didn't know this yet I've so much in myself right now that I could pour it out in ten different write-ups and I'd still have a lot to say. from here, this write-up has gone in so many directions but i backspaced every single time and this is the only thing i wanna say right now I'm scared of pouring it all out. Things I've in me right now either bleed out of my wounds or mess me up inside even more. I ain't ready to do either. I've had a lot of realisations lately and I'm just so scared of my own damn self. I'm craving for all the things no one should be craving for. Really.  i mean that "should" a lil' too much This write-up is going to be a question answer session. I've received a lot of questions so, he...

Hellooooo, people. I've been wanting to bleed my heart out in poetry and as usual, I've been resisting. Because dark poetries and I are a deadly combination that the universe wouldn't be able to grasp. So I resist. blame it on universe 'cause why not? Today's write up is important. Not so much for you, unless empathy means something to you. This write-up is an attempt from my side to make you understand what an empath like me feels like. Emotion researchers generally define empathy as the ability to sense other people's emotions, coupled with the ability to imagine what someone else might be thinking or feeling. Difference between sympathy and empathy? Google says, "Sympathy involves understanding from your own perspective. Empathy involves putting yourself in the other person's shoes and understanding WHY they may have these particular feelings." In my words, if someone is telling you about their heart-shattering due to some xyz reason, then if y...

 HELLOOOOO, PEOPLE See the excitement? After all, it's a new year.  *raises my hands and shouts Yayyyy* *sits down calmly* *rubs my palms together* Okay now let's get back to being real. It's a new year, people.  We all got through 2021 anyhow and here the next one comes too. So what's the plan? New resolutions? New beginnings?  I really would have said about all that but know what? chuck it So what it's a new year? it's still the same as yesterday. My heart still feels the same things as it was feeling yesterday and it's not any better than yesterday, or maybe it is, or maybe it's just the same and let's not say that today is even worse. So what it's the new year? it's still the same old life.  In the pile of mistakes, writing 2021 and then overwriting 2 over that 1 is gonna be another mistake for a few days or weeks, depends. So what it's the new year? it's still the same me with the same damn heart. So let's not put a paper cov...

Hellooooo, welcomeeeee. See the excitement? Because IT IS THERE. I'm excited to tell you. I was thinking of something and I just want to tell you this so bad.  * keysmashes * * presses backspaces * Yes, I- I zoned out. And, I imagined things. Unintentionally, okay? don't blame me later for making you soft.  I can already feel my excitement turn into blush. I imagined it 'unintentionally', okay? * blushes * Before I tell you, I want you to just take a deep breath. Forget about what you were doing and what you're gonna do after this. You've been thinking about it all day already and you'll go back to that same planning and worrying again. So for now, just keep yourself here. Keep reading and don't -- i repeat, do not -- think about anything else 'cause this is important.  * calms down butterflies in my stomach * * takes a deep breath * So, I- I daydreamed. I imagined I hear a doorbell in a home -- my home, I assume -- and immediately I scoot back my ch...