As a child
I developed a tendency
to hold my breath when I needed something desperately
I was too fragile to speak my words out
when emotions ran wild and choked me
everyone tried to make sure
that I’m never in a situation like this
but every other day
for one reason or another
I was standing mute
Holding my breath
like I was always looking for an opportunity
as if I liked the taste of tears
running down from my eyes
and reaching my mouth from inside.
Though I kept growing over the course of time
but I always remained that child
who never grew.

Not any person or learning
could successfully become the counsellor
of this taboo of mine
she almost killed me.

Photo Credit:
Photo Credit:

3 thoughts on “Peccadillo

Add yours

Share your emotions:

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Powered by

Up ↑

Pretend To Smile

This is what the inside of my head looks like


Etudes in Writing


Respect the views of world and the world will respect you.

Inner Focus

i paint with light; but i also paint pictures with words...

kalabalu site

Get the focus

Learn and share photography in everyday life with photo-focused mom

A Choice Away

Through the maze you find yourself

Trent Lewin

Fiction, and other made-up stories

Kvenna ráð

Call off your dogs. Let's talk.


Let my soul speak

Words Speak, I Write

Romancing with Words

%d bloggers like this: