Inspired by the Fear of Being Average

Why be average when you can be a prodigy, an extraordinare, a virtuoso? This argument seems very sensible on face value and the temptation to buy it doesn’t just come from cognitive fallacies but also the ongoing work culture and socio- cultural corpus. Every cog of the economy makes money off of being ‘outstanding’ or having the ability to make you stand out- think of coaching institutions or consulting giants, it boils down to the same premise.

‘Tis the Szn: Navigating Anxiety and Depressing Feelings during the Holidays

If it seems like everybody came out of 2024 wearing tiaras and sashes while the only thing which keeps you from being empty handed is a string of disappointments, you are still heard and seen. If it feels as if the best part of the year is its coming to an end, your feelings are still valid.

Breathe

And when I feel stuck in the doldrums of life,
When nothing seems to move anymore,
When I slip down the dark abyss of nothingness,
And my eyes simply don’t wish to search for the light anymore,
I take a breath.
I breathe in the air
That is moist with the tears of poets,
Ringing with the pain of musicians,
Whispering in my ears, the beautiful stories of many unpublished writers,

Too Young

Clouds, delicate and feathery,
Dancing in the sky
To the beat of the winds;
Too wild to stop here,
Too young to know
Where to go next.

Live

Live for the flowers you haven’t seen in full bloom,
For the constellations you aren’t friends with,
For the dance of the Northern Lights on the skyline you haven’t been audience to.
Live for the cats you haven’t cuddled with,
For the dogs whose noses who are yet to boop,
For the birds you haven’t chortled along with.

Loving You

This and that are things,
And you are not.
You are the reason, the protagonist, the very center of this saga.
It’s for the Moon to wax and wane,
For the tides to rise and fall,
For you to love yourself
Even when it gets hard,
Even when it is blue.

Bloom /Blogmas ’21

A rivulet of sweat rolls down your forehead, threatening to invade the right eye.
You huff and shut your eyelids tight, wiping it off with the back of your left hand and resume work.
Oh, these tiresome days!
Unending hours of sweltering in the enraged sunlight, bruised red and burnt brown from its fire piercing your skin.
You feel like you’d melt under the heat of the predicament, or perhaps, vapourise into thin air.
But, even with the looming possibility of a blackout, ragged breathing and shaking limbs, you stand there persistently.

Camera Roll /Blogmas ’21

Time ebbs away in the blink of an eye,
The harder you clench your fist, the faster it gushes out.
Call it the law of nature or a beautiful tragedy if you will:
It leaves behind a wet palm.
For life is an ongoing slideshow
And I’m trying to burn it in my retinas,
freezing fluid moments in the confines of my memory.
Tracing the rugged edges of the albums with my fingers,
I buckle in for a rollercoaster ride.

Feels Good

The caramel of sweet candies sliding on my tongue,
The dense aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafting to my nostrils,
And the vision of a knife smoothly slicing through chocolate covered Victoria sponge;
Feel like taking a lick of honey from the glass jar of life.

Amore August❤

Fluttering my eyes open,
I was met with a somber white,
Suddenly blinded by the newfound light.
My first reflex was crying out loud,
An assurance of health back then,
Now, a safe outlet of pain.