My Writings

Who cares about perfection? Even though the moon is not perfect, it is full of craters! The ocean is incredibly beautiful, it is full of salty and dark in the depths! The sky is always infinite, but often cloudy! Mountains are always heads up, the surface is always rough! So, everything that is beautiful isn't perfect, it's special! Therefore, every person is special to someone. Stop being perfect, but try to be free and live. Doing what you love, not wanting to impress others, I Love This! #imperfectlyperfect  #Mk

There are a lot of things to write about when you're sitting alone near the sea just before sunrise arrives. There is a certain kind of melancholic calmness in the wee hours before the rays. It's like the light is almost here, but not close enough. It's heartbreaking, isn't it? Knowing that you almost met love, a mere tease of what could have been? I sit by the shore, admiring the chaos of the tides- blindly loyal to their God, the Moon. The tides sing in the glory of the moonlight, like that would cure the illness of love. Humans were cowards since inception. War was a brother of fear, not courage. The sun rises while I struggle to type a pinch of what my heart truly feels. Slowly, the sound of religiously praying and crashing waves, is overpowered by the morning buses and local train announcements. In the distance, a work-out track is heard. There are a lot of things to write about. I cannot help but think about you as I type. I know it seems unnecessary in the eyes o...

A boy who always got left out since childhood kept everyone as a priority knowing the pain of being left out! A boy who never got asked by anyone about how's his day was, always asks the other person how's their day knowing that something they might wanna share or just waiting for someone to ask! A boy who received harsh answers and actions all the time uses a soft tone and kind actions to comfort people knowing the pain of hurt! A boy who never got any hand to tap his shoulder or praise his act always tries to encourage the smallest achievements of others knowing how it could boost them! A boy who never received any compliment since childhood always tries to look at how beautiful the person is in and out and compliments them knowing how it could make their day! A boy who never got a person to listen to him always tries to be a good listener knowing how important it might be for someone who hesitates to or couldn't express it! A boy who never got loved ever other than his f...

మాతృ గర్భంలో  నవమాసాలు కటిక చీకటిలో అండము నుంచి పిండంగా పెరిగింది.  ఎన్ని సార్లు మోసిన కడుపును తన్నిందో, తాను ఎంత  యాతన అనుభవించిందో, ఎంత బాధను  మోసిన వారికి కలిగించిందో !!! వెలుగు చూసింది,  బాల్యం నాటినుంచి ఏవో ఆశలు,ఏవో కోరికలు,ఏవో ఆలోచనలు.  కోరినవి తీరితే కేరింతలు, తీరనపుడు గుక్క తిరగని ఏడుపులు. ఎందరు గారం చేసారో,ఎందరు ముద్దు చేసారో, ఎందరు ప్రేమను పంచారో,ఎందరి పొత్తిళ్ళలో పెరిగానో  ఎందరి భుజాలపై ఎక్కానో ఏవీ గుర్తు లేవు!!! అడుగులు తడబడి కింద బడిన సందర్భాలు ఎన్నో  ఒక అడుగు అమ్మ, ఒక అడుగు నాన్న, చేయి పట్టి నడిపితే ఈ లోకాన్నే జయించినంత అనందం. ఆటలలో అన్న, పాటలలో అక్క, చేదోడు వాదోడుగా తమ్ముడు, అల్లరి పట్టించటానికి చెల్లి, చిన్న చిన్న బహుమానాలు ఇచ్చే బంధువులు గురుతు ఉండి లేనట్లుగా గడిచిపోయింది!!! అలుపెరగని ఆటలతో కౌమారం మొదలైంది. పగలేదో రాత్రేదో తెలియదు. అంతులేని ఆటలు,పొంతనలేని చేతలు, చదువుకోసం నిదురలేని రాత్రులు, స్నేహం కోసం త్యాగం చేసిన సాయంత్రాలు. బతుకు బాటకోసం వెతుకులాట. ఆశలు ఎన్నో, ఆశయాలు ఎన్నో, సాధించాలనే తపన ఎంతో. అంతులేని ఆలోచనలను, అదుపులేని ఆవే...

My anxiety is a invisible dragon, His long juggled tail curled around my heart, Seconds away from squeezing till it bursts! His sharp, pointed teeth a mere millimetre away from sinking into the soft curves of my brain! His great shadow wings resting for now, But always ready to unfurl and create a havoc inside my chest! He is my Goliath!  Each day I wake, I keep my eyes squeezed shut tight, searching inside of myself for the dragon! Is he awake? Is he hungry? more worse, is he angry? It is a constant battle with a worthy foe, for the dragon is cunning, so cunning that he has convinced me, time and time again! that the danger exists real and that the constant choking thoughts are mine! and not the result of poisonous fangs sinking into the softest parts of me! Each day I wake, weary, afraid and burdened the dragon's presence a heavy weight on my chest! Wondering he'll unleash himself on me, or choose to stay asleep!

Don't think as what if mermaids exist? Think like, yes mermaids exist! If we are treated like untouchables, how do you feel? Lonely, depressed, anxious, curious to know why you are being treated like that, and answer you get is nothing! Yes, I feel the same thing with the life of a mermaid. They are tossed off the conventional existence and regaled as a special fairy tale! It's like ignoring a person when alive and making lovely quotes afterlife. How do mermaids feel inside? Do they feel lovable with the sea creatures like Tarzan in animal lives? If mermaid is having the heart of a girl and what if she wants to be loved so like all the girls do? Mermaid is a beauty with fins. It's the god's special made element in this endless infinite beautiful creation. Her habits resemble their inner and external beauty! She gets attracted to pearls sheen, pluck them from oysters then comes out of the water to investigate like a fish to lure. One fine morning,  When she came to shore...