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The monster

When you were a kid
You would search for me
under your bed
the same monster
is now lurking inside your head.

Count to 10
Shut your eyes tightly to no avail
I will grow my gospel
In the darkest zones of your soul

Self doubt , green eyedness and low self esteem
Are only some of the seeds I sow
Their progenies will never really let you grow

Poor you ,
think sleep is a sweet escape
You forget each time that
nightmares are my favourite landscape.

I am the evil landlord
That vanquished your brain
When did you become the benami
Against your own benefit?

My name is pessimism

Do you even remember yours? 

So Imaginary Garden with Real Toads had this topic which really piqued my interest , the real fear which lurks in the night, So this is my contribution towards the same topic.


  1. The end really hits hard... maybe we can just try to find the glass half-full

  2. Wow what an ending!

    Much love...

  3. beneath the bed... always a childhood fear and the "I will grow my gospel" just horrifies me - and truly, low self-esteem is the root of so much angst - well played!

  4. How true is this!! The monster was always withing us.

    1. We're our own enemies if not the only enemies

  5. How true is this!! The monster was always withing us.

  6. Yes, it really does live inside my head now instead of under the bed.

  7. That Monster always plays with me...hope one day he will learn what friendship is!

    Very well expressed.

    1. Friendship with the monster? Be careful xD
      And thank you :)


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It's been a week in Pune already!! :O
and believe it or not  - I have fallen in love with this city! <3
or maybe it is just another one of my defense mechanisms , protecting me from shocks. Whatever this is , it has aroused me enough, to write a post! So let me finish this before reality sinks in .
( Side note :

  Defense mechanisms are pretty intriguing . Do you know that I haven't cried a single tear drop yet? My friends think it is some kind of sacrilegious blasphemy from my  part. But hey! If pessimists argue that I have effectively ended one life , I argue back that I have just started a new one :) I do miss chennai . However , I am not going to go gaga over it. Okay I just did . )
I haven't had much chance to discover the city in its entirety yet. But , from whatever I have seen - it is fresh , green , pleasant and mindnumbingly beautiful :')

So here it is . The elusive list of things I have noticed about Pune and my new life in general :

1) I was never a nat…

Pitch dark

A shadow has crept over my soul Inching through my defences Making me darkness herself I wallow in grief over things lost In the invisible bonfire And try to survive on the warmth of embraces Of kindred spirits Only that it feels like a stranglehold And I push them away with a Weaponized tongue and my newfound strangeness Friends and foes are all the same Only difference is the name. I burn through whatever light I get Worried I might never see again In haste I commit little crimes
And wallow once more again.