Tangled thoughts

hear us out we have a song to be sung with raging hearts a song about fear a song about pain we have all the words that been shoved back into our throats, rhyming in our song. we have the sound of dreams that were shattered by you. we have the voices of people who are neglected and divided by power. we have our children in the street, fighting the unjust, fighting the evil. we have mothers everywhere, protecting and nursing all the children of this land we have our brothers shalttering the people in pain and here we have come together to stop your greed, your patriarchoy and fasict needs here we have come together to sing a song with raging hearts a song about fear a song about pain

I am just another 19 years old trying to make sense of what's happening around. I have no idea about mentoring or parenting, but I know elders are really messing it up for teenagers. I always hear people say that teenage is a very complex phase of life and its very hard to control these teens. But all these people do not take the effort to understand why it is so complicated. It starts by forcing a toddler to perform something when the guests are around to body-shaming. And it is something that we see a lot in an Indian family. It is not just your close family, but even your faraway relatives that you never knew existed even have an opinion about your looks and life. It starts with a simple  " you are very tanned" or "you have put so much weight" to "why didn't you go for medicine' or "why are you getting married to a person of a different religion". Everyone gets to have an opinion about your life except you in an Indian family. Adult...

The gentle cold breeze made us feel calm like an ocean. it was fall, and we had a lot of dry maple leaves around us and the place looked so beautiful as if we were in a painting. and you seemed even more heavenly to me my hair was all over you. my fingers kept gently moving over you as if it was searching for something. I knew you loved me so much, I knew you would never stop caring for me. but right now, it felt a little strange. Cause I was near you, yet felt so far, I was laying on you, but not feeling you, I was devastated, still in love. The sky was getting cloudy. it felt like a sign asking me to leave, but I didn't want to. it started pouring, my tears and raindrops blended into you. I knew I had to leave now. I just got up and walked away, unable to take a second look back to you. I left, leaving those dandelions you loved the most on your grave.

Yen en uyire pirithu udalai mathrum thirumbi thanden  Yen en kanave azhich kankale meduva thiraka sonnen Pogindra vazhi elam unn mukham pakiren Naam partha kanavukal  ondra ondra tholaigiren  Un vizhi ninaivil nan thulaidhe pogiren En muchu katrellam  Unn vaasam thediren  Edhuvum kooramal  poyiten kanmani ni Netrin dinagalil En kadhali ni nan ippo netril sagava Ille uyirilammal vazhava ?

മേഘം പോലെ നീയും ഞാനും സ്വപ്നം തേടി അലഞ്ഞില്ലേ പൊള്ളും നെഞ്ചിന് കനൽ ആറാൻ മഴയിൽ നാം നനഞ്ഞില്ലേ കനവുകൾ കാണുവാൻ വിരലുകൾ കോർത്തിതാ കാറ്റിൻ ഓളത്തിൽ പറന്നില്ലേ നീറും ഓർമ്മകൾ മറന്നില്ലേ കണ്ണീർ പൂവുകൾ പൊഴിഞ്ഞില്ലേ ഉള്ളം താനേ നിറഞ്ഞില്ലേ പോവാം ദൂരെ ലോകം കാണാൻ തീരം താണ്ടി കടന്നില്ലെ പനിമതി പോലെ നിനവുകൾ തെളിയേ നെഞ്ചിന് ഭാരം കുറഞ്ഞില്ലെ ഉള്ളം തുറന്നു നാം ഇഷ്ടം ചൊല്ലവേ കൺകളാലെ പുണർനില്ലെ പറയാ വാക്കുകൾ അറിഞ്ഞില്ലേ ഇനി എന്നും എൻ ചില്ലയിൽ കൂടാനായില്ലേ

At times, don't we feel like our minds been sleeping?  sleeping so deep into our silly dreams. And you may get lost in that world, and you might not know the way back. it's like you are trapped in this big puzzle garden. I think I am in one such garden it's scary and beautiful at the same time to be in here But I think, I should be awake for a while and so, writing down my 'tangled thoughts' might help I guess. And there you go, you are going to read bits and pieces of thoughts leaking from my cracked mind, enjoy!