She was happy and angelic
Just like a Disney princess...
Believed in an asthetic world which never existed...
Believed in people who didn't know how to love...
She celebrated each and every day with them
Gave them her heart and trust....silly!
But how could she forget...
Neither it was Disney nor she was a princess.
They hurt her with their knives of words and actions.

She bleeded everyday more and more...
But she was not a loser...as it ain't in her blood
She picked up her sword and the bruised pieces...
Put them back with the bandaids.

They thought of her as a dream...that could be broken easily,
But she is a nightmare...dressed up as a dream.
In this world of princesses,
She will be a Queen...
Now don't get near her...you'll get burned
Her heart is all black...
I saw her pretending to be happy.
But now I guess.... she is tired.
The demons that once played and made her cry
They are bowing down to her.

Even though she is all black  
But I'll miss the old her...whatever she was
Atleast she was mine.

🖤

I stand here between the hills...
And they welcome me...as if waiting for me
I walk down the shady paths
Where every turn has a secret
The dogs bark and street lamps fluctuate.
The crescent moon shines like a diamond...
And the countless stars are like gems in my mother's necklace.
There is a mystery in this place...
And I am in love with it's darkness.

It's midnight and I miss you really bad
I look at the place where you sleep.
And I have these thick tears in my eyes,
Everytime you come...it feels like spring🌸
But everytime you leave...it feels like the harsh winter.
I feel like pianos playing when we all are together
The way we laugh...make fun of each other...share stuff and more
I remember the movie nights till 4 in the morning
And I remember us talking about avengers all the time.
Everytime you leave I love and miss you even more
Being your elder sister...
I feel like recording your tiny voices
before puberty strikes them and they become hoarse
I feel like holding your tiny hands
Before puberty strikes and they no longer fit in mine
I feel like taking pictures of the tiny you
Before puberty strikes and you grow taller than me
And all I feel is lucky to have a brother like you.

Emily Dickinson said," The brain is wider than the sky..."
Some thoughts are like clouds in this sky
But some thoughts pollute it...
Changing the bright sky to a darker one.
A dark sky with no stars...
But yes...there is a moon
Just like a window in a dark room with no door...
which gets smaller....and...smaller with every coming day.
But how can we forget, we are the little birdies
Flying high in our sky mind.
Some days we ride on our cloudy thoughts
And some days we look here and there...
finding a ray of light in the dark.

Our mind is the place, where we live
So let's welcome the beautiful thoughts
as our loved ones...
And fear not slamming the door!
in the face of dark thoughts...
bringing the uninvited guests...stress,anxiety and depression.

What is this life?
Every single time it's a question...
Isn't this funny?
With my family...it feels like a party
Where I feel like dancing...
On some nights, it's like the saddest novel
When the coming day feels like a burden
On rainy days... its like my favourite song
It goes on.....smoothly
On some days... it feels like a comedy series
Where I can hear laughters behind me
And sometimes it feels like....


Nothing!....its wierd that day.