Dancing dandelion

Where shall I go on a gloomy, rainy day, When the darkness is surrounded around me, And hath made me drown, Sunken in a darkness, But the raven is waiting outside, Ready to take me to the dungeons of solitude. What is the use of seeing others when they are never gonna be here with me? They say even a pot with a hole is useful, since it waters the land. But what about me? Am I more worse than that?

My man He never promised me the moon and stars. He never painted dreams he couldn't reach. But he was always there, A shoulder when my tears had nowhere to fall, The first to show up when I had to leave, The first to answer when I called in fear. He knows me. The tiny bits the unspoken pauses, the hidden storms. He listened. He always listened. But there’s something still missing. A peace I lost long ago. The part of me that once knew how to love fully I don’t know if it’s gone, or just hiding. In the past, They always chose someone else. Someone prettier. Smarter. Better. I was never enough. Not my face, not my voice, not my heart. But him He always chose me. Even when I doubted him. Even when I broke him with my mistrust. He stayed. He acted, his love language was never empty words. He learned me. He made effort when I couldn’t. And I hate that someone in my past Taught me not to love him completely. Because he, He is sweeter than the sweetest honey, Calmer than the calmest sea....

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All of my readers might be wondering what new topic I’m planning to post about, but I’ve been thinking a lot about mental health. It’s a subject that many people write about, and it’s always open for debate. Mental health and the middle class often seem like two entirely different worlds. For people like us and by "us," I mean those of us who belong to a similar socioeconomic class it can feel presumptuous to assume everyone shares our experiences. We can afford clothes, food, and other essentials that we deem necessary, yet when it comes to mental health and therapy, we often hesitate. Why? Because we’re usually not ready to spend money on something that, for many, feels intangible. I can personally relate to this struggle. There have been days when I’ve spent the whole day in tears, overwhelmed by thoughts that seem to torture me from within. Instead of discussing my feelings with friends or family, I often stay silent, scared of being judged by those around me. Most colleg...

He left this world on August 12th, 2024, They said he passed quietly, not troubling his son, On a Monday, they told me—people who leave on Mondays Are said to find their way to heaven. Always in his kache panje , crisp and clean, You were so strong, Ajja—witness to a world That spanned from the dawn of independence To this age of AI, and yet you never needed glasses, Still walking with purpose even in your ripe years. The way you loved your wife—how I dreamed Of a love like that, of living a life as full as yours. But today, a heavy monsoon morning, The rain outside matched the misery in my heart, And I never imagined that grief would flood my soul like this. You were a part of my whole childhood— Those dolls, those sweets, the delicious snacks You saved and brought home from different shops, Your quiet acts of love I never fully understood Until now, as an adult, I cry for you, for your absence. Will you ever forgive me, Ajja, For not being there, for not s...