Take it as it comes

They say “Take it as it comes”

Whatever happens, happens for the best! 

And, I’m a staunch believer of it. 

Life has been challenging lately. 

Lately? Nah, it has always been!

When you see the sun while it’s raining, you are bound to find rainbows everywhere! 

And one who finds rainbows rarely experience any grey! 

At every phase of your life, just tap some buttons and the memories will flashback, of the people you held hands with, with the situations that dramatically turned out in your favour, the verdicts and the words that built up your mind and lastly YOU, who made it all possible. 

Circumstances truely are powerless without our reaction. 

 Life is indeed a bed of roses! 

See the petals? It would bloom, 

Focus on the thorns and you will be doomed. 


Chester Bennington

Dear chester, 

Linkin Park was the first band I ever got into 

Linkin Park was the first band that showed me it’s okay not be okay 

The lyrics you and the band wrote have spoken to me for my entire life.

I will never forget the feeling I got the first time I heard you, I used to put “numb” on the radio during a late night drive I had just left walmart and it was pouring outside. 

I remember looking out the window and thinking to myself, this is perfect. 

The rain, the music, the absolute sadness this presence created changed me.

That day I realised that music is more than something you dance to or bang your head to. It is something you feel deep inside. 

I never thought you would ever be gone buddy, and it breaks my heart I never knew you.

I also suffer with depression and with that I’ve seen my own personal hell. 

But despite this, i wake up every day, I want to be someone’s motivation to live another day. I wanna be light in the dark that this world has came to be. 

You didn’t have to go buddy, but I understand why would you want to..

If there is an afterlife and you see this, I want you to know, you meant the world to so many others, your legacy would never die and I’ll never forget what you and the rest of LP had done for me. 


And so we were born with fibreglass eyes that scratch when we stare at unwilling minds. They inhale the crunch of our words and grind them down on their own broken teeth, swilling and spitting into the breeze to mix in with the blood and yesterday’s rain. And as that for the pain, it is best forgotten, though forever they fail to imagine the buried could ever have lived. But they feel our eyes scratch, and all is unspoken. The scrape is the best they can give. 



I don’t trust them. All of them.

Curves, edges and silhouettes

that haunt me.

They make themselves known to you

When my eyes are shut and ears are covered.

I’ve dreamt with those shadows.

The ones that spill a sweet

murmur down past your navel
and too what I wish was

possessing me.

On how you possess me.

How they want it.

I don’t trust the curves of

their finger on your wrist, the

egde on which they lean over

or the silhouette of a smile

that lingers on their lip.

The boil that rumbles in my

ivory cage, just wants to spill

all it’s light and fire to

extinguish them. Eliminate the

shadows of doubt that linger



Under the gloomy moon I was, last night, 

    I was exiled by the frost realities,

    Only gazing at the moon bright,

    And see how we are refugees from the self,

    Even our consciousness failed to give our asylum,

    We try to kill the bells’ rings, 

    The last sigh, last breath of a dead soul, 

    But after all, after hitting the ball,

    After our bodies frost from depression, 

    from sadness, fried grief of huge mansion, 

    A small squirting of sound go mad, 

    Inside me, or not, maybe inside my heart,

    Saying loudly, loud and loud hither, 

    Maybe it’s the last sip of water, 

    Or the last flicker of light inside the dome, 

    Last breath of anything freaky fresh, 

    It may the last planted branch on this land, 

    The last tree amid the sand, 

    The last blow of wind,

    Last minute in this cracked land, 

    But I will breath until I can’t, 

    And I will live to the last beat,

    To the last cast of time, 

    To the last shadow of mine. 

    How to be lonely 

    Avoid happy friends.

    You rue them, not your happiness, 

    But your inability to be it’s flesh.

    Avoid happy friends without guilt.

    Do not feel the need to be their mirror. 

    Be a mirror to your own silence. 

    Be kind. Walk home late at night,

    carrying back not only it’s zinc darkness, 

    but also it’s moons and stars. 

    Let the moons and stars 

    share your blanket along with the darkness.

    Find the right words.

    If it’s loneliness then call it that. 

    Do not sugarcoat the leaden word. 

    Say it. Loneliness. Let it find

    a word next to you. Let it sit

    next to you for hours. Let it encumber

    your skies till it finds, one day, 

    a rent in them to leave.

    Don’t hurry it. It’s never been any use

    taking scissors to the sky. 


    In the shadows I am lost;

    I wonder and scream,

    As I count the coast

    Of neurology

    And psychology;

    Philosophy and Taxonomy,

    What am I saying? 

    Where is the deeper meaning? 

    Why do I complicate

    The things I’m seeing?

    Leave me be, 

    Or show me love-

    The choice is always yours;

    But be aware, 

    O ye be warned,

    Of the mark upon you 

    Being near me will burn.

    Will I yearn or dominate?

    Get your fucking facts straight-

    I may be a shadow, 

    But I live in love, not hate!

    The fames abate, but never quench,

    I play the game, not ride the bench, 

    Until I know the pain, I’ll wrench

    My heart from love 

    To brokenness.