All I knew that going forward and receding; both were important aspects to move ahead in life. So, few setbacks straightened out my path all the more.
KANIKA CHUGHAll I knew that going forward and receding; both were important aspects to move ahead in life. So, few setbacks straightened out my path all the more.
KANIKA CHUGHI expressed because you gave me enough freedom be myself around you, and thus, you deserve the same. You deserve to be heard too and not be counseled to at your attempt.
KANIKA CHUGHYour departure was like trusting the process of seasons. I never knew I’d bloom again after a terrible fall.
KANIKA CHUGHA broken heart is usually mended in isolation.
KANIKA CHUGHWords come and flow with me instantaneously. Perhaps, those were abandoned too by someone.
KANIKA CHUGHPeople’s expectations cut dreamer’s wings.
KANIKA CHUGHI feel i am stuck in memories of ours there is no past or the future but a series of moments halted without a given command. And time has stopped making sense.
KANIKA CHUGHIf ever I get lost don’t take me down that road, instead, show me the way to my home. I cannot afford to escape what I’m designed to learn.
KANIKA CHUGHThe more I wanted to scream my pain out, the better listener I became. Thinking how badly others would have wanted it too.
KANIKA CHUGHYou don’t miss me the way I’m supposed to be.
KANIKA CHUGHThe idea of shooting stars never fascinated me. I couldn’t understand why would anyone want to break others for their wishes to come true.
KANIKA CHUGHEmpaths interpret your silences, read beyond your smiles, feel your traumatic eyes because kindness isn’t a weakness but their mighty strength.
KANIKA CHUGHI looked at the mirror long enough today. Only to meet ‘you’ that was still left in me.
KANIKA CHUGHMy hustle made so many people uncomfortable. Because I refused to be moulded unlike them.
KANIKA CHUGHMy anxious self always melted in your arms, then. Now your grin from another screen telling me “its going to be okay” works just the same.
KANIKA CHUGHLips getting dried, heart pumping faster, sweat seeping through the pores, cheeks turning red. Dear summer, stop acting like my lover.
KANIKA CHUGH