It is okay.

It is okay. You can call this part two of Travel Bird if you want to. In both, we've only discussed how you should live. In this particular post, I wanted to talk about so many things we stop ourselves from doing for the weirdest reasons. Don't stop yourself. Enjoy! And comment, a lot. Go ahead.Stand taller … Continue reading It is okay.

With my skin burned away, I’m still human.

This poem is for everyone who had lost something from their own body. For those whose skin has burnt away or soul has taken residence in a cold closet. This is also for everyone else. All of us need to hear this. It goes something like this - "I cannot begin to imagine...."

Inside my head.

What do I think about? Is it love or my family? Or is it a wonder trip and all-nighters? I think of rainbow unicorns, with soft wavy hair like my mother used to have, and a horn that sharpens as a spiral, much like my thoughts. It has eyes like me father's, and crooked teeth … Continue reading Inside my head.

A list of things about her.

This is probably the shortest poem I've written so far, but I really liked the concept and wanted to do it. I hope you enjoy this and share it! Here is a list of things she smelled of: Sunlight. Beginnings. Expensive perfume. Hot chocolate. Feelings. and a list of things she looked like: A crisp … Continue reading A list of things about her.

Languages, medicines and magicians.

What has music been for you? Let me know in the comment section below! Enjoy reading. "Music is a safe kind of high." - Jimi Hendrix Music is a language, a medicine and a magic trick. Dance to it. Music was his mother-tongue. His tongue fumbled when he spoke English as if it were a … Continue reading Languages, medicines and magicians.