I feel a blank page is a person’s best friend. It’s non-judgmental, it’s patient and it’s always there for you. You don’t need to pretend in front of it. You can yell on it, you can cry or you can express your joy. It’s not “busy” or “dealing with its own issues”. It won’t ‘avoid’ you if you cling a bit too much. And it will always have your back (assuming you don’t run out of papers). It won’t hurt you (although paper cuts are a real thing). ...
Next time you tell me I can’t do something, I am going to shove a rag through your mouth and choke your neck to the point of suffocation. When you are deprived of oxygen, and are jostling for life, eyes coming out of your ducts, face getting pale; you would do anything and everything to survive. You would scratch, claw, kick, scuffle till your last moment. Please don’t make me asphyxiate you, for you to realize the kind of struggle I want you to devote to succeed. ...
I always thought being a poet meant having an extraordinary vocabulary, an incredible imagination and a knack of finding the right words for the right situation. But now I know, it’s all bollocks. To be a poet, at least in my eyes, you just need two things - a madly vulnerable heart and a courage to rip it apart. ~RavS
Sorry. And that’s all I have to say because I have understood that every excuse I make that saves me from the wrath of my loved ones also slowly takes them away inch by inch until the dear ones no more remain the near ones and vice versa, leaving me with an unbruised ego but no one to show it to and so it’s better I endure a hit of your fury and savor your wounds than risk losing you forever at the cost of something that would ultimately become just a little bubble in the murky waters of long term incoherent memories. ...
I am not looking to impress you, I have already tried that so many times, with so many people, and failed so utterly miserably. What I strive for instead and will keep striving, is to hit a string in your heart, to say something, to create something which when you notice you unequivocally gasp and mumble, “yeah that’s right, that’s right. That’s what I feel deep inside.” And if that day is not today, probably it will come tomorrow or 20 years after. I can’t predict, but rest assured until that day comes, I will keep trying everyday I wake up, again and again and again. That’s the only thing I can do. Isn’t it? ...
Thank you for coming in my life and giving me all the pain that I didn’t ask for in the first place, because that’s what taught me how to be human, to value people close by and reciprocate the care from those who empathize, for life is fickle and it’s essential to experience every little emotion whether good, bad or ugly to know what it means to actually live and not let the life just float by, rolling off on a filtered 65 mm celluloid. ...