There’s chaos, there’s fight
There’s love & there’s light
There are questions & truths to discern
& There are answers I am trying to confirm
There’s hurt, there’s mess, there’s much of pain
& then there’s love, light & peace again

There’s ego, there’s fear
There are smiles, there are tears
Oh what a paradox I live
Everything is so cloudy
Yet everything is so clear

These cycles of heaven & hell
Scream at me almost deafening me

But Oh dear lord, the hopeless optimist in me
hears a lullaby even amidst the screams
as I struggle to sleep
As these subtle illusions tiptoe
Like an expert creep

Yet with all my might, I defy the noise
& put an ear to these superficial walls,
to listen to the little voice that softly tells
A secret buried under these illusions
if we dare to dig
With so much love, I hear it speak

“Be patient, my love.
Blink away the tears so you can clearly see
All of this, all of you - is meant to be”

~ KakaReikan

You are much more than your skin & bones.
You are much more than the lies you were told.
No, you are not scattered fragments of mess.
Listen to me,
what you are is a mosaic made of gold
You are beautifully whole 🧡

The good & the bad
The gods & the demons
As humans,
there are both within us
& how do we dance with them in this beautiful drama called life?
That’s completely up to us.

You did well 🧡


When they said you weren’t pretty, you didn’t believe them.
You did well.

When they said you had a mean heart, you didn’t believe them.
You did well.

When they said you brought bad luck, you didn’t believe them.
You did well.

When they said you couldn’t do well in a bigger city, you didn’t believe them.
You did well.

When they said it’d be hard for you to find a partner, you didn’t believe them.
You did well.

When they showered you with all the negatives, you filtered it all - only listened to your heart.

You never turned sour.
You did well.

When it seemed like all the doors were shut & there was no way out. You stubborn child - you still didn’t believe it.
You did well.

All that noise, all that dirt & like a lotus, you bloomed through it.
My love, you did so effing well!

I am so proud of you ❤

Please be good to yourself.  
Be patient with yourself.
Be a friend to yourself.
All the love
you yearn to shower upon someone else
How about,
some of it, you give it to yourself?? 🧡

Immensely grateful
To have the privilege to open my eyes and witness today
To get to ride all the highs and lows with every emotion I feel
To get hurt but also have the opportunity to heal
To get to whine and cry at times
To get overwhelmed with joy when the stars align
Just grateful to be one of us
To get to be me
Today, here and now,
However it may be,
I am grateful that it is
🌸🌸🌸

I am very blessed.
I have swam through oceans of pain, trauma, heartbreak & what not.
I have been smacked by life at times, hurt by my dearest in ways that gave me wounds that seemed impossible to heal
I have faced the demons in myself & my loved ones
I have seen the worst of myself & them
I have been broken a zillion times & but always managed to piece myself together with love, faith & patience.
I have sewn a hundred wounds on my own in silence
I have nourished myself with tears & screams that needed to be let out.
I have loved myself & everyone else even at the most difficult times
It’s not been easy but it’s all been a part of this ride - everything in the end has been a blessing in disguise.

You might see me immersed in joy & think oh what is not there for her to be happy? She has got it all
Yes! I have had - all the goods & the bads.
It’s about what you focus on.
It’s about what you let the hurt do to you.
It’s about what you do with the things life throws at you 💛

~ I have got my share of baggage too 💜🌸
But I choose to be happy. I choose to forgive.
I choose to be grateful. I choose to be alive.
I choose to listen to the unspoken.
I choose to speak of what isn’t talked about often.

I have traveled through eons to find you.
How can I not be filled with gratitude to be beside you?
Still, the worst of me gets the best of me at times
Demanding things to be a certain way
I get amnesia time & again
The essence gets blurry
I forget that I am here to give 💛

Oh, how I wish I could show you all the love I have in my heart for you
how I wish I could hold your hand in mine & make you feel that you aren’t alone
how I wish I could look into your eyes
to find that little ray of hope,
that spark of life that’s still in there somewhere ✨

Sometimes I write poems.
Sometimes I become one.

It has taken me years of love to realise the reality of beauty,
that it does not lie on my skin, but sprouts from my mind & soul within.

That being beautiful,
It is not just about a flawless face
Trust me, it's not “cover up your flaws with make up - race”
It is not just smooth hairless skin
It is not just scarless knees & shiny shins
It is not just for bodies tall & slender pose
It is not just for long lashes & on fleek eyebrows
It is not just about a gap between your thighs
Trust me & Chill,
It is not just for plump lips & blue eyes

But Beauty is,
how selflessly you love
how gently you care
how curiously you wonder
how cheerfully you smile
how openheartedly you laugh
how meaningfully you converse
how strongly you feel every emotion
how instantly you connect with every other soul

& most important of all,

Beauty is how bravely you dare to love yourself
even when you believe you are far away from perfect,
in a world, where everyone else seems to be gorgeous.

For the same reason, I believe
We ourselves are the most beautiful person we will ever meet.

Note: to the beautiful person who just read this piece.

Now on, when you see yourself in the mirror
Don’t you dare just see the skin,
But see the entirety of you that lies within
Don’t you dare forget to smile & remind yourself everyday

 “*******, You are beautiful. You effing slay!”

I heard writing helps.
I heard people say just write
"write about what hurts"

write about the gruesome pain
write about the mental never ending rain
write about those secret tears you shed
write about the storms in your head
write about the 2 am thoughts that dont let you sleep
write about the dark memories you keep
write about those scars you daily hide
write about the reasons for your puffy eyes
write about that strange addictive ache
write about your forced smiles, just for their sake
write about those fading, yet haunting dreams
write about your quiet 3 am screams...

Just write, Just write
They said
But little do they know
For me, what lays ahead.

Every time I put my pen to the fresh sheet of paper
These fingers only trace our name together
On the second line, they still want to write....
forever and ever.

NOTE to the judges:



Before you judge me,

for being too thick, too thin

too manly or too feminine

too shy, too wild

too dark or too white



too simple, too fake

By no means, your piece of cake.

too short or too tall

Never enough,  giving it all.



My net worth, before you guess,

I thought I'd just let you know this.



" I wasn't born to please your eyes,

I was born to be magic in disguise."



~ Kakareikan

"You fight like a girl"*

Men seem all confident, strong and macho and what not

but the moment this phrase strikes their ears,

they all get offended, turn into cry babies & start defending their so called manhood

I have seen this with my own eyes,

and I  seriously cant remember how many times



Its funny how society has turned  women into synonym for weakness

when the same women's strength to push them out of their bodies is their gateway to life

& its funnier how they think they are superior just because of that little thing between their legs

And its the same men who cant find their own socks without their wife



Its funny how men who worship their mothers

often forget to respect the girls who walk down the alley

And Its funnier how its the woman who leaves her family

but has to live like she owes her life to the man she marries



Its funny how a to-be-mother carries her baby for 9 months

building a life out of matter

but the moment it comes out of the womb, its given the name of just the father



Its more funny how we talk about getting rid of  gender roles

yet look at a woman with disgrace when you find out she doesn't cook.



And  the funniest of all is

how we blabber about these civilisation & equality tricks

and blame women for dressing too ******

but forget to tell the men to calm their *****.



And yet a woman stands there strong

Fighting through all these odds

as if being born a female was her biggest mistake of all

And still. Still, the most insulting phrase men find to throw at each others

is," Dude You fight like a girl!"



And this is my only message, to all those macho men who use that golden phrase

Maybe thinking, it makes them sound manlier somehow

"If he really fought like a girl, trust me bruh, You d be dead by now."

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"Fight like a girl, Yes I do, And if you dare be that strong, you would too"* ~ Kakareikan

My scars tell a million stories

The stories of struggle

The stories of persistence

The stories of survival

The stories that made me who I am

The stories of my life..


My scars voice a millions things

They tell me dark days will pass

They ask me to hold on strong

For even the deepest wounds eventually heal

& someday I will be looking at another scar

pondering over the story it yearns to tell.


My scars whisper a million things to me

And I know, Yours do the same.


*“What are your stories behind those scars??

Scars that are etched onto your skin..

& Scars that hide in your heart..”

He kissed my scars

  &

healed my soul.

Gathered my pieces

    &

fixed me whole.

If only I could

I would forget everything else in this universe

just to keep your memories alive.

But, here I am lying still like a stone

as little by little fragments of you

slip away from my mind.