Sometimes becoming yourself
means being the deaf frog in the well
the one who could not hear
the voices telling him to stop,
to fall back down,
to accept the darkness as home.
While the others croaked warnings
from the bottom of the stone walls,
he mistook their doubt for encouragement.
So with a curious heart
and a hopeful spirit,
he kept climbing
until he reached the light
they believed was impossible.
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 3:28 AM UTC
Haan bolke taal diya, phirse woh kaam.
Aaj nahi kal, bolke ** gaya khatam?
Zindagi ki race mei kho gaya woh kaam!
Aaj nahi kal, bolke ** gaya khatam.
May 8
May 8, 2026 at 10:11 AM UTC
Bit by bit,
A feather formed, day by day.
At last, she spread her wings to the sky
And rose into the endless blue.
Apr 30
Apr 30, 2026 at 8:59 AM UTC
I hope, even in the face of death,
that little flight brought joy to your heart.
We live, we die…
yet memory makes it all worthwhile.
Rest in peace, dear.
Apr 25
Apr 25, 2026 at 5:55 PM UTC
Dark circles,
Pimple scars,
Ambition at its peak!
Eyes that never look away,
Hands full of too much.
No one said adulting
Would feel this messy and uncertain.
Beneath the chaos,
Unapologetically becoming me.
Apr 19
Apr 19, 2026 at 9:29 AM UTC
Like any relationship,
it needed distance.
So I stepped away,
just one day without my phone.
The silence didn’t ache.
It opened.
No constant wondering,
no restless anticipation,
only a quiet mind,
finally
my own.
Apr 16
Apr 16, 2026 at 12:10 AM UTC
Scrolling my phone for hours, it unfolds,
my head a boiler, hissing, ready to explode.
Mar 2
Mar 2, 2026 at 6:09 PM UTC
I’m floating on a raft in the middle of the ocean,
Left either to be drowned
Or paddle toward an unknown shore.
Panic and fear,
Like filling lungs with oxygen,
Over the vast, deep-blue water.
Scorching sun by day,
Freezing dark by night.
A starving soul in a trembling body.
Flickers of hope,
Hands burning,
Keeping my head above...
The water.
Mar 2
Mar 2, 2026 at 5:07 PM UTC
My mind, a hand on the trigger,
pulls it the moment I come home,
stripping the outside from my skin.
The door I lock once,
check twice, thrice, or more.
I wash my hands after every touch,
after everything that might stain me.
Order grants a brief peace
an organised room,
a quiet lie.
What is happening to me?
I ask myself every day,
drowning while I solve
one problem
by creating another.
My loved ones flinch,
their hurt familiar now.
Still, my hands return to the sink.
Pulls the trigger.
Jan 31
Jan 31, 2026 at 2:52 PM UTC
Lose a battle or win a battle.
Acceptance is what matters most.
Own your winnings. Own your losses.
Keep moving as battles come and go.
Jan 27
Jan 27, 2026 at 1:03 PM UTC