Lock and Key

the locks were checked
twice, then thrice
the gate had been locked
because she’d paid the price
of trusting somebody to keep their promise
but, alas, they were all lies

Now the gates were shut
she sat alone in her garden
no one would ever come close
so she’d never lose a bargain

life would go on
and maybe one day she will stop hurting
but for now, there was the pain
of betrayal, and pieces from her heart’s breaking

to others, she seemed the same
she lived and she still laughed
but to her everything was distant
like touching earth from a spacecraft

it was hard to see
from behind the gated wall
but at least she was safe, finally invincible
so, she’d might as well have a ball

voices echoed and glasses clinked
at every party, she would raise a drink
she let loose and tried to forget
what had once caused that heart to sink

then, one day, she set her sight
on the most perfect shape of a man
he was tall, dark and handsome
and she blushed as much as a woman can

they talked for hours and hours
like lost souls reunited at last
they spoke of their childhood and dreams
one might even say, a spell had been cast

and then she heard the sound
so soft she almost missed it
a key turned in that precious lock
and the gate had opened just a bit


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That Girl.

She’s by the shores.
She’s watching the tides,
As they slam and retreat,
“My troubles that ride
Are finally taking a back seat.
They’re finally leaving my side.”

Childhood memories, turn to ash
Life relived, she remembers, “I’m free at last!”

No more broken glass,
There’s no more yelling.
I’m in this new world
What’s next, there’s no telling.

This place is unfamiliar,
Scary, but safe.
Even the sky here is clearer!
My soul is already forgetting the chafe.

There she comes, now she’s nearer.
Even though she’s scared,
She’s the new me,
And here, she’s set free.

When a home isn’t home, any other place will do.
In this school, I was alone, with the other 1,062.

I had heard the stories:
“Hostels are for the damned.
They’ll torture you till glory.”
But I was cursed, and these were the cards at hand.

Eventually, it got easier.
I stopped the internal war.
Eventually, I let my guard down,
And became happy to my core.

In this sense, life is funny.
That girl became wiser.
She now knows she wasn’t cursed
She now knows she was being nursed

I was in a crash course
And I didn’t even know it.
The Universe was teaching me
About love, and how to show it.

It’s true, it’s been a challenge
But sometimes you have to suffer.
You have to endure more than you can.
But today that kid is tougher.


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What do you do for yourself?

I visited my aunt yesterday and spent the entire day with her and my cousins. She served me some snacks in the evening while I was working on my Mac. I think I was on Twitter, checking my feed when she asked me: “Sonia, what do you do for yourself?” Continue reading “What do you do for yourself?”

Thank you for June 22, 2013

On this beautiful morning of June 22nd, 2013, I’d like to thank the powers of the Universe for allowing me to feel and see the wonderful world that we are blessed with!

In the past few months, in various ways, I have learnt that mornings are the best and most important part of one’s day. I know that if I sleep on early, I tend to like my early mornings. I definitely know that I enjoy not having to rush outside the door, struggling to get to work (or school) on time. The problem with my mornings was that I was not doing anything specific on the few days that I was able to see daybreak. Hence, for the first time today, I have decided to swim before breakfast. This is part of my new morning ritual. I chose to start small.