See how easily you can stop overthinking

“Rule number one is, don’t sweat the small stuff. Rule number two is, it’s all small stuff.”

– Robert Eliot

This statement fits perfect in our lives. Humans are best at thinking of non- essential things.

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Scratches

Scratches

Sometimes it’s not even enough to bleed crumpled thoughts on a sheet. In the quest to pour raspberries on mind’s slate.

The mind works like an artist nagging its nerves to burst those emotions that were forgone by the soul.

Some scratches/ screeches crawl naked to practice necromancy at home. A home where things booze in head articulating chappels of dark thoughts.

I realise that one can’t rely on drinking gallons of positive syrup when the mind holds pessimism.

Sometimes it seems like chasing UFO in the deserted area where no human exists. Like running in a never-ending marathon that leads to draining every square of blood.

These were thoughts that disturbed me often breaking the continuity to write. Is it happen only with me or you all people struggle with these kinds of thoughts. Instead of calling it a writer block, I will name it mind’s lock.

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Close to suffering

Trigger warning– Depression, Anxiety, Stress and Mental illness

Hey folks, hope you are safe and healthy. It took so much patience to write what I am going through. As while writing, it might trigger the brain to recall those thoughts. For me, writing is not only a therapy but a panacea for the mind.

I have seen BK Shivani interviews and all other pieces of stuff that claim to reduce stress. If I am not wrong, we all have gone through so much in our lives especially in lockdown.

Actually, they never claim but their intention was to heal our mind.

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Peace is in hands of love

Exuberance is beauty


When the mind is bombarded with a train of thoughts, like every cell of the human body were dispersed in angular direction or a hurricane aroused from mind’s cobweb abruptly hitting the forest.
The one that is provoked by the flood of emotions rustling behind the bushes of the forest. The forest, that dwells in all of us and laid asleep in the depth of mind. It could be personified or exaggerated in the hands of almighty. One could only gain the state of contentment and placid warmth of God, after attaining salvation.
Like evaporating or churning thoughts in the midst of the fire.
The true exuberance lies where the soul meets its soulmate (Almighty power).
Exuberance is beauty and beauty is the epitome of God’s creation.

Void

Snake crawling in my heart
Hawk gazes at silvery light
Darkness drifted me to hell
How to hide in my shell
Scratching my little head;
Twiching my sore feet, I walk miles
To hear last warning bell
Every effort is in vain
Why feeling so much pain
Tortured soul lying in secluded lane
Is there any tunnel, Or I am an insane
Emptiness has overpowered me
Is there a grey ghost who glued me
Beetles sucking my flesh and bones
Owls howling at demon’s night
Peeping from the corner of my eyes
Thou Victim of venom dwelling in mind
Is there any stain left on my soul
Or voidness clinches me to the core