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It’s Okay Too


A Follow up to “IT’S OKAY” : WATCH IT.

It really is.

To be happy, even when others aren’t.

To feel content in yourself.

To not have a mental disorder anymore.

Or to not have to experience it at all.

It doesn’t make you less of a human.

A mental health issue is not a compulsion.


It’s okay.

To love yourself, and put forth your life.

To ignore the world for your smile.

To laugh at silly things by yourself.

To wear pyjamas to a fare.


It’s okay.

To not care for a while.

It’s okay to love your life.

To be nice to yourself, and to others.

That doesn’t mean you’re weak,

It means you’re strong enough to take the lead.


It’s okay,

To feel cheated on and hurt because of being

Too nice,

Too polite,

Too kind,

Too honest and

Too loving.

In a world of fake faces,

It’s okay to be too real.


It’ s okay,

To trying to please people,

It doesn’t make you OVER or EXTRA.

It makes you a better human.


It’s okay,

To doubt your actions &

Feel restricted..

BUT,

It’s Not Okay,

To NOT break the barriers,

That make you YOU.


Break’em.

Shake’em.

Be YOU.

Stay True.

Because It’s Okay.


Thanks for reading….. 

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The Frenemies


If you’re feeling uneasy with the title,

That’s on you. 

You aren’t a good friend really.

You’re selfish, aren’t you?

You want my support & in return,

You leave with a fake smile.

You’re fake, aren’t you?

You show your support,

Just for show..

But you’re jealous somehow.

You’re not my friend, are you?

If so, why do you make me uncomfortable,

Is it because you want me to OBEY you,

Or is it because you don’t like me as incharge?


So many friends at hand,

Yet, so little support…

Some show it,

Unlike other’s, who’re just for show…

Jealous of the courage I sow,

Hatred for themselves, they can’t reap it off me.

Energy vampires, suck up all the good vibes,

And here I thought, you were from my tribe!


May be I was wrong somewhere too.

Disappointed you,

But know, I didn’t mean to.

From where I see it,

I did nothing wrong.

Your toxicity is your own song…

I thought I was blessed enough ,

To have such friends.

Little did I know, 

You were here to make some amends…


No more of your lies & fake support,

I don’t need to entertain you anymore.

You’re on your own,

So am I.

We’re not friends, we never were.

We’re people,

 Who just need each others energies to survive.

You’re not the friend I need in my life,

But I am the one, you do.

Sorry not sorry honey,

Being your frenemy is not, what I am looking for….


Thanks for reading..

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The Evil Side


My heart skips a beat,

I think too much I believe..

I fall easily but someone picks me up.

Every time I lose control,

Or give up,

Someone tells me I am badass enough.


It tells me to groan on people,

The ones who get under my skin.

It tells me to scream & shout,

At the ones, who do the same at me.

I feel, I like IT..

I like for IT to be around.

IT keeps me sane & sound.

IT helps me say NO &

Takes me for a ride in the side I’d enjoy more.


This side of me, only want the best for me,

Unlike the angelic one, 

That thinks about others before me..

The one that makes me feel the pain of others,

That can hurt me to make others happy..

That side of me, Not want the best for me,

But the best for people around me….

Whose side should I be on?

It’s a dilemma, to be an angel or to stay with evil,

To Let Go or to Keep Holding On with the devil,

To say what I’m truly feeling,

Or to think about other’s healings…


To be an angel, 

I’ll have to be more energetic with positivity.

It requires more effort and transparency.

This side wants me to put aside,

Every pain on the side, &

Take in some more with a smile..

It’s exhausting and overwhelming,

It’s boring and unworthy to be an angel.

Yet, It’s the dominating one, 

Between the twins, that are non-identical…


Yet, To be an evil,

Is fun & entertaining..

To laugh on someone is easy & containing..

To be selfish & say the bad words out loud,

To choose the evil, is too choose your true hound…

What’s hard is to suppress this side,

To choose the angel in disguise.

To suppress the evil is equally exhausting,

As to live with angelic behaviour..

In the world of evil & negatives on the loose,

The angel is the saviour,

To be evil is not a choice, but natural..

Yet, to choose angel is to be brutal…

On us, & not on other’s,

Angel in me wants what’s best for the world…

Don’t we all?


Thanks for reading. Namaste.

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A Life Un-lived

Listen- A Life Un-lived

I could still hear the cheer. I could still feel the lights on my face. I could still smile at the possibility. I could still be a Rockstar! This was my another life. A life un-lived.

I still sing sometimes, but that passion is missing now. The soul lacks in transferring the sound waves through a listener’s heart. It could only reach to an ear or two. People could still praise me for the voice I have & the songs I sing. But they would never praise me for it touched their soul. Because I knew, it didn’t have the soul anymore. A soul for a soul, remember? If you don’t give a soul, you won’t connect to a soul either.

No matter how much you want it. No matter how much work you want to give into it, so that you can fill up the years you’ve lost without it, nothing will ever be enough. Nothing will ever fill up the void in your heart.

The emptiness I feel when I see someone perform on stage. That heart ache I feel every time someone tells me they’re a singer. That voice in my head that tells me, “I could’ve done it better”. It never goes away. It’s constant knock annoys me sometimes, but mostly, reminds me of what could’ve been!

Then, reality creeps in and all I’m left with, are tears and regret, sometimes guilt too. “What if, have I worked harder or stayed focused, or the passion wouldn’t have been lost?”

No, that doesn’t matter now.

I have a broken dream, that I can live, every time I close my eyes.

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An Open Letter To The Men I Know

Dear Men,

It’s not your fault, that the first time I met you, I doubted your intentions. The world has made me like that. Though, when I got to know you, you were a delight and a charmer. You made me laugh, you laughed at my jokes too! You shared your thoughts and really listened to mine.

I support the notion “Not All Men” , because of YOU. You never made me feel unsafe or insecure. Instead, You made sure, I was comfortable. Because you really meant it, when you said that I am your friend, your sister or your lover. Until,

I met the toxic ones along the way. Yet, I trusted them, because I always thought they’d all be like you. But here again, “Not All Men”. So ,they were manipulative, scary and desperate. Not for my love, but for my body.

They don’t exist to me anymore. Because I have more of you in my life and I am grateful for that. When I know I am a feminist, I also know, that YOU respect not just Women, But Everyone. And I respect you for that.

We never talk about gender equality, even when you call me bro, buddy, & babe, because I call you the same too. It’s not the WORDS that make us equal, but it’s our actions. I never had to tell you, that you’re being biased, because you chose ME as your Equal.

I understand, it’s hard for you too, to find a place for yourself, and to make people NOT misunderstand you. I understand, that you feel trapped in this battle of patriarchy and equality. In spite of the fact, that you just care about humanity. But You need to understand that for US, it’s a never ending battle too. 

The only thing Me & You can do, is to keep doing what we do and do it better everyday. Let’s remain friends, equals and competitors.

 Let’s learn together. 

Let’s grow together.

Let’s make this world a better place together.

Because You & I are EQUALLY capable. 

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An Open Letter To An Adult Woman From An Adult Woman

Dear Women,

I know, we don’t feel so beautiful everyday, all the time. We feel lost most of the times. We feel like, we need someone, but we’re way too crazy, weird, anxious, moody & intolerable to actually be with someone. So we drop the thought. The ones who do have someone, I understand when you find yourself looking for YOUR space, but you know you’ve found the right man. So it’s not really a problem. 

I know we have skin problems, hair problems, PMS, body image issues, insecurities that only WE know. But We fight everyday , because we’re stronger than those negativities. I know we’re sad and broken and deep down we feel, we’ll never be happy or feel content, but we don’t let it get to our head. Because we know we deserve to be happy and we work to attain it. Everyday. 

I know, when we see so many beautiful photographs & videos of beautiful women embracing their weaknesses and strengths, we feel bad, because we aren’t doing the same.

 We feel betrayed by ourselves.

I know, when we want to do so many things we feel overwhelmed and eventually do nothing at all. Then, blame ourselves later.

I know, when we look in the mirror, we only see the wrongs on our faces. The scars, the spots ,the acne, the distorted nose, the uneven skin. 

What are we actually seeing? 

We’re seeing the society standards of a Beautiful Woman. We’re looking for social acceptance. We’re seeing social levels of a perfect skin and every other feature.

What are we NOT seeing??

We don’t see ourselves as OUR SOCIAL STANDARD OF BEAUTIFUL. 
Next Time, see yourself as YOURSELF. You’re insecure but You’re Your Own Beauty.

Let’s Embrace It . Together.

Thanks for reading. Namaste.

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The Balance Of Good & Bad

I had a thought, to be bad,

It changed somehow, people were mad!

Why do they care if I choose for myself a tad?

I went all good though,

For the sake of my own stand.

Being good has been exhausting,

Yet, it feels bad when people misunderstand.

That makes even the good to turn bad.

I am tired of the fake nuance,

It’s not upto us to choose our trend.

Judgements are being forced,

Based on nothing but self created amends.

We become the victim of the wrath,

Of our own conundrum of good & bad!

We always battle between these two sides of us,

Whether to be good or bad,

often becomes a circus.

What we don’t know, is that it’s not to discuss,

We do good or bad, whatever’s needed from us.

The more we control, the more it gets worse,

If we are bad, there’s also good in us,

And when we’re good, there’s no denying of bad fuss.

Both exists to balance out the world,

One can’t survive without the other,

Or else it’ll be nothing but a mess.

Not all can be good, or bad all at once,

Everyone is fighting everyday,

With both sides to dictate their living terms.

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Thought Of The Day

Being judgemental is part of being human. Yet, being understanding is part of being a good human.

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Thought Of The Day

I read somewhere, “The one who plants a tree, knowing he won’t be present to sit in it’s shade, understands the meaning of life.” And that hit me hard! 💕👣 #tarunified

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The Invisible Sorrow

I was drowning into the darkness,

And I saw this light, right into my eyes.

It was blinding, yet, invisible.

It wasn’t the sun, nor the lost star.

It was you, a frightening scar.

You made such promises of now and then.

I wished us forever, but you liked to pretend.

Was I wrong, that I longed for a real thing?

No, you were right,

The queen is better off without the king.

The truths are lies, within the moment and after,

We make promises for the future,

But we keep them only in the last chapter.

Part of me still asks all the right questions,

Another part just scoffs and shuts off the assumptions.

I don’t say this to anyone,

I don’t tell them, I’m hurt.

I don’t show my sorrow,

To them, it’s invisible.

Oh wait, to you it’s invisible as well,

I forgot, how you enjoy this trend.

Of me staying in your life, with everything you like,

And you staying in and out, as per your strikes.

But, I am done. I was, a long time ago.

Just didn’t sent you a postcard,

It’s better as a surprise.

Hope you like it, just how much I did,

The look on your face, is exactly how I imagined.

I did, what was right,

But why does it hurt me back, how?

This sorrow still exists,

It’s invisible to even me now!

I don’t accept it somehow,

It has to go away,

It’s inevitable.

If it doesn’t, who’ll know anyway,

it’s invisible.