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There is no neon moon to find because its in within .

april 2025. How many tears did you shed in the shadows, without anyone to see the weight of your soul? How many lives did you bury within yourself just to carve a path through the blinding beam of the neon moon? That light wasn’t meant to guide you; it was meant to blind you, to burn you out until all that remained was a fading outline of who you used to be. We all have that moment, the one that leaves you hollowed out. That one sentence—so light, so fleeting— a whisper, but its echoes? They crush, settling in places you thought were safe, places where you believed nothing could ever hurt you again. I spent years building walls, reinforcing the cracks, but every brick I laid was a lie I told myself. I thought if I just opened enough, if I let someone see the darkest parts of me, maybe they’d understand— maybe they’d love the broken pieces that I tried to hide. But the truth? The truth is a shadow you can never outrun, and the ghosts you think you’ve locked away? ...

"A House, A Home"

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When I was around 12 years old i read a poem loud during my class hours named as "A House, A Home."  Stanza 1 said What is a house? It’s brick and stone and wood that’s hard. Stanza 2 said What is a home? It’s unselfish acts and kindly sharing and showing your loved ones; you’re always caring.  I still remember the poem because I've always thought of searching for a home in person and a house whenever I was in a specific place with them. I've made it home with friends. With lovers With my family. But lately I've started to drown in my thoughts and realized, does the poem really convey this meaning to us, or are we misunderstood? Does it really say to make a house in any place and a home by only caring for others? I'm not saying to make houses or homes for places and people you adore. What I'm thinking from my perspective is: Maybe right now you have to realize that your journey is not about loving another person. Maybe this is the time to lear...

what are neon colours of life?

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There's a void in everyone's life which they try to heal by not feeling blue and trying to add some impermanent neon colours  Yes, by the neon colours  I mean the unsaid impulsive decisions one take to not make them feel complete but a little better about themselves and the people, places, decisions, feelings, passing over the moment, music, movies,intoxications everything that includes in the process of their everyday surviving life comes under a highlighting path which is termed as neon. And they don't expect anyone or anything to save them. As We all know we are  fighters and we will somehow lookout for ourselves and when everything around ourselves screams of chaos and uncertainty, we know we've made a temporary  neon  place..