KARMA

You probably don't know me. But I know you, a little, Because he talks about you, more often than not. Whenever he reads a poem he wrote for you. He doesn't look me in the eye. And I understand why?.... I don't have to ears he wants to reach Whenever he talks about you. It feels like his mouth is... An overflowing basket of unwashed clothes Reeking of the days spent in your embrace. Sometimes when I guide him through the dance step He abruptly stops and walks away. To someone who wishes to put a comma after every word, every hug, every kiss. Wishing for sentence to never end, wishing for the love to never end. He looks at your pictures, like an impoverished chid looks at a family.Eating at a fast food joint from other side of the glass.Hoping that they'd turn around and look at him. Hoping that they'll ask if he's hungry. Hoping that they'll share their food and some love too. He spends his evenings alone in the balcony looking at the old couple. He adores t...

                               My Dear women! Whosoever said " Diamonds are a girls girlfriend" was lying to you, they clearly never had an army of girlfriends that physically stop you from drunk texting your ex on Saturday, may be they didn't know, that friendships are stronger and last longer then the 💎. The thing is I am quite tired of the conversation around engagement rings. You know when women say they're engaged, and it's met with "OMG, show me the ring?" Yeah, I hate to break it to you, but that's also patriarchy.🙅 It's extremely unfair to men in a society where we put that kind of pressure on them to prove their worth. The stereotype - 3 month salary on engagement ring in old fashioned. It's usually assumed that bigger the stone, the more status the man you're marrying has and while rich families may not feel the brunt of that tradition - it's quite a ridiculous requirement for a men to live upto....

I once dated a man who told me I lived in my own little bubble, where everything was a movie and things happened the way I wanted them to. He yelled in a fight "  you're life is not some fucking book, Ayushi" - what?????????....... His biggest problem with me usually was that I had dreams...... " Unrealistic dreams" according to him. He seemed so bothered by this bubble of mine. He wasn't the first man to have raised this you know, and he wasn't the last either. Most men made it a point to tell me I lived in a bubble. Infact it's not just men, even women would tell the same. But I routinely heard from the man I dated. Do you wonder why they thought I lived in a bubble? What was it that made my expectations in life...so unrealistic? The unrealistic notion in my head: " that I had a voice" Written by :- Ayushi sharma

I want to write about you, because that's what I do.  I pour out every feeling and emotion I have, effortlessly and shamelessly. But you..... There are twenty-six letters in the English alphabet. *Googles it* There are twenty-six letters in the English alphabet. And I haven't figured out how to arrange those mother fuckers to adequately explain. The way your smile makes my eyes leaky,  Or the way your laugh makes me forget to breathe, Or the way your face looks like forever, Or the way your voice is the one of the sweetest songs I've ever heard, Or the way the entire universe feels like a safer place, because you're in my orbit. I desperately want to write about you, But I haven't figured out how to do that yet. By- Ayushi sharma

  I found myself on Google. I typed: “How to kill myself and make it look like an accident”. Google pulled up a large number of results, and quickly. On the first page I read – “Making suicide look like an accident”; “what’s the best way to kill yourself but make it look like an accident”; “making a suicide like some random accident”; “top 20 suicide methods: fastest and painless suicide methods…” “For me, it’s less about death and more about ceasing the pain. It’s difficult to explain how death would make you feel more alive than ever. I wasn’t running from my problems. I was desperately searching for a way to conquer them.” “It wasn’t really about dying. It was about escaping unbearable pain when I couldn’t see any other option. And I was convinced everyone would be happier if I was gone, that I was doing them a favor by unburdening them. This is why guilt trips like ‘think of what you’re doing to your loved ones’ don’t work for me… I’m so grateful to still be alive tod...

People always talk about their first love. Sometimes it's the last love that really needs the talking. You, you are the kind of love that I have begun to believe lasts longer than my depression cycle. You, when I am black and blue and hurting, stand there with the lamp in between your eyes that shines  the brightest. Every time I try to extinguish it. You are a firefly, on a dark night, fighting against my demons and yours. You are a soldier, a mountaineer, a poet who doesn't always have it easy with his words. Your words burn hydrogen into helium like stars queuing up in the sky. You are the reason I have begun to believe that the sky is a place that actually exists. It's a magic carpet hanging upside down and that ring that surrounds the planet 'Saturn' is nothing but Saturn's lover giving it a long hug. You are my longest hug, my softest kiss and my most meaningful shooting star sighting in a world where I no longer believed in  telescopes. You are the reason...