On The Thought

On the occasion of World Music Day on 21st June, I decided to write about one my favourite lyrical pieces of all time - All Too Well by Taylor Swift, from the album RED released in October,2012. We all have, at least once, been a prey of unrequited love, a feeling of outpouring emotions and helplessness, as I describe it; the memories that refuse to fade away and the heartbreak that never heals completely... When I came across this song for the first time, I almost instantly fell in love with it - how brutally yet honestly it brought out each and every sorrow of a broken heart in love in form of song verses, how the music was so intense yet monotonous, just like how passionate yet cruel such a love is. This song is about a seemingly 'perfect' love, where you dance around the kitchen in the refrigerator light , a 'masterpiece' where you taught each other your pasts, thinking you had a future together. Even in all coldness and adversaries, holding their hand, walking...

Privilege looks like a safe home  And handful of face masks  Hands full of sanitizers  But she does not need to work outside her home. Privilege goes for a walk every morning  In her yard full of flowers While she willingly ignores  Those who are starving everyday on the roads. Privilege spends her day  Scrolling through the internet  Trying make up tutorials  And complaining how her lipstick isn’t red enough Privilege can Netflix and Chill  Without having to worry about the buffer.  Privilege has a wallet full of money  And a closet overflowing with unused clothes It sounds like a tummy  That never had to growl in hunger even a single day It looks like food being thrown out  Because it wasn’t delicious enough for her praise.  Privilege does not have to go to infected hospital rooms  She doesn’t care about the kid next door  Who only wishes for his mother to be s...

"This slope is Treacherous This path is reckless...  But I like it" Whether or not to trust someone, to believe what they say, to give away a piece of yourself each time they smile at you and tell you about their day...is one of the toughest decisions we have to take.  Most of the times, we can't even tell if it's a choice, who we end up placing our trust on, all the while knowing that what we're pursuing is treacherous, that the daydreams we're weaving are dangerous, that we might have to hide our broken hearts back in drawers and blank pages.  And yet, some of us love to believe. We believe, that somewhere, in between this chaos, there does exist something real , something which just not an idea of it, but it's worth for what it  really is.   With these thoughts, I penned down this poem not too long ago: . I will break open myself  And offer up my trust  Knowing it is the only gift worth giving, That the hardest part of living  Is watching...