A Stranger occupied the opposite bench from her. Every alternative day, She found him sitting there. She opposed familiarity, Changed Seats; Yet, unexpectedly, an expectation sneaked in, To find him there, He became a part of her day, After many silent days, She noticed his clear hazel eyes, smiling at her, She looked away, She... Continue Reading →
Dusk stretches its arms, Showers the wings with purple wind, For those glorious last flights, Before the sun sets on the day, The flight of imagination, of Yours, It craves to touch the setting loom, To find inside the calmness of moon.... >rupika moitra
I am still learning, Wisdom from a 7- year old, Love and pleasing from a 5, I am still learning to be me, To hold my hand and walk me up to a stranger, Kindness eludes me when faced with discomfort, I am still learning, Perspectives could me many, Truth could be hiding in middles... Continue Reading →
Say what you think... no matter how hard. Say it. Don't cover it under layers and layers of political correctness. Give a voice to that Unwanted side of yours. Accept it and reveal it..... Because if you don't attend- it's noise is getting louder and louder.. until you notice and react to the dance of... Continue Reading →
I have waited and waited all my life... I knew it and I doubted all my life ... But the sign yesterday... oh the signs, yesterday!! Every movie you flick, the random personality test, the thunderstorm as I walk outside to say- A loud "thank you" looking up. We don't share these things- This mode... Continue Reading →
Ever experienced musical embrace ? Where you don’t know the artist but you have never known yourself without the creator
I talked about abuse and made you uncomfortable? Good.
*True story beyond the respectability politics*- Read something real and feeling hopeful about the state of human emotions and how it is still handled with Integrity🙏🏽 Thanks Natalia
No one feels can talk anymore, in the world of appearances. Your post reassures of human aspect of deeply thinking of pain and transformation. I would love my reader to connect with empathy to universal pain. The Goal to understand it through mind, logic with ‘should’ is futile. But to care and support the journey of others coz -” You are them too”.
“People mistake vulnerability for intimacy. It’s not just annoying, it’s damaging.” — these words from my friend and Anti-Nihilist Institute co-founder Anna Lind-Guzik have been knocking around in my head lately for a reason.
Vulnerability is a useful tool of connecting to one’s audience. This isn’t just true of confessional writing. When I began to open up about leaving Russia/an abusive relationship, I did so with an explicit goal in mind: Draw attention to the problem, and show people how abuse *really* works.
It was also obviously important for me to emotionally connect with my audience and friends in general. Pain becomes more manageable when you feel less alone. All of this is normal — mundane, even.
I wasn’t surprised by the amount of odd, insensitive, prying and condescending messages I received. A lot of them came from men who have trouble processing vulnerability — in all of its forms…
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Long road to Bliss
Two parallel roads of life; A road of shortcuts, Curtailing every hurdle, negating all that's diffcult, Road of quick gratifications, Quickly satiating yet quickly forgotten, Reaching the shores, Something seems- left 'Unexplored' The long road is full of rubble, wait and struggle, Yet, it promises, dreaminess of dreams untold, Walking at it, I surrender to... Continue Reading →
I lay on the bed and felt this weird rush of fear. It knocked real loud before it entered. I held onto my heart for a long time. This has happened before. Going through the course of day, I could find nothing, absolutely nothing that the fear/ anxiety could stem from. I am trying to... Continue Reading →
Brazen act of idylling around, Supressing the crave to hold the pen, Brazen act of settling down, when pacing clears every thought, Yet entangled, I wanna remain someday, The glow of gift, burns up idle hay..... Rupika Moitra
Ineffable, it's scale, Present like intertwined rails, Pure sublime, Connected are tree, bee, skies and we, Monkeys without tails, Guilt, shame, fear - our trails, Submerged doubts, Unknown, uncomfortable self, Uncatored, Stored in deep, It's virtually- a game, Insanity appears sane, Doors of heart, Opened for love, Something walked through it, Colloquial, A piece of... Continue Reading →