"I Sometimes Think That Peoples Hearts Are Like Deep Wells. Nobody Knows Whats At The Bottom. All You

"I sometimes think that people’s hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what’s at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while."

Haruki Murakami

I feel injured like it's the most common feeling of the day,

Like carrying that wound and walking around was not enough,

but feeling the real intensity, with the added burden will only make worth it.

-Vanshika

Them: What you upto these days?

Me: Constantly holding a fight with myself, not able to come in terms with everything around, not finding peace in any corner of my room and still determined to become the best of myself.

Oh the day I'll stop thinking of people as a vessel for measuring my worth!

-Vanshika Singh, My Monologue with myself

When I talk to myself, it makes more sense than my existence ever did.

Sky or the canvas?

"Why the sky refuses,

to lose its colour,

get bleached,

and portray what our hearts feel?

Isn't this a betrayal,

on her part,

to refuse us the luxury,

to display our hearts to the world,

and drown itself in our misery?

Why it has to be so unbothered,

uncaring,

and bring new mornings each day,

making us stand out in the happy looking world?"

"How many hearts must she have?

Before she can feel ya cry?

And how many deaths must she die,

to show your blood on the sky?

Sometimes, your hearts want to laugh till they cry,

Sometimes, your hearts want to lay down and die.

One sky is common for countless of hearts,

Ain't she no illusion, no imagination of arts,

that she will look a mysterious mess of paints,

And like a lovely mother, hear each of yours complaints!"

-Vanshika