lump

why is my chest still knotted
with you?

Bitter-sweet

on a morning like this
when the rain has left
a layer of longings
you blend yourself
in my dreams
becoming
the bile in my coffee-mug

synapses

if words alone were sufficient, they would have fixed a lot of things. but they're not. neither are the memories of what the eyes offered in the absence of words. nothing will ever be enough.

nostalgia

these are coffee mornings again
filled with the bitter-sweet
the sweet-bitter

Woman = Vagina

i wake up to mornings of protests
i see your face and a line you've scribbled on your blog
-The problem was being a woman.

yet i also know you would never want to be anything else if you had a choice.
only as a girl you can see the suffering that emerges from being the one with an opening between your thighs. only that makes you vulnerable to infections and compassionate toward the others who are like you

Kickstarter

i learned little things in the year i left behind.
 hearts can be broken over and over again.
 the one who heals is also capable of inflicting pain.
some things, i re-learned.
 nothing beats friendship. words, an embrace, or even just silence and you know as long as there are friends around, you'll be alright eventually.
 you are responsible for yourself.
i discovered
 a quiet evening at home is more fulfilling than Thamel's neon lights.
 a friend's smile is more comforting than the leftovers of late afternoon sex.  
 caring for puppies is more rewarding than taking care of confused grown-up men
and i know
 i want to make more friends and share my love with as many people as possible without fearing i will get hurt again

 never will i wait for the calendar to flip, waiting for the moment to make small but meaningful changes in my life.