She was the woman who sat in empty bars and made her diary drunk on words.
She would write her honest confessions, brutal truths, perennial sufferings and her sources of inspiration.
She would tear those pages and allow the night to pass on those thoughts to a stranger.
She was spreading herself. In tiny corners of the world.
She was reminding the world, she was there.
When noone was.
– Aprajita
Talk to me
Talk to me in ways the ripple walks through the lake
Talk to me in a manner the rays dazzle the blue sky
Talk to me like the rain , soothing my insides
Whisper to me
Words bathed in transparency
Letters hung in poetry
Sentences breathing modesty
And be with me in silence
I may allow you in my territory .
– Aprajita
The biggest sin I could ever commit
was walk around wearing a cloak knitted with
sugar coated lies.
I was delusional and lay drunk on false pride ,
without realising my skin was home to
effulgence just like the sky .
I am not sympathetic.
I chose to be empathetic.
Instead of ” its all going to be all right ”
I vote for ” I understand and I am listening “.
– Aprajita
You were the monster dressed in fairy
You were the hunter seeking the perfect prey
You were the wrongs fancied for the rights
You were the credulous wind I got intoxicated by
You were the vivacious storm cloaked under a blurry sun
You were the dreams that turned into haunting reality
You were the floods I never saw myself drowning in
You were poison which crawled into my blood
You were the fall which left my heart barren for an eternity
You were the grave where my soul chose to rest finally.
-Aprajita
Amidst the pink dreams of “I wish”
and the rosy promises of “happily ever after “
We realise what we truly deserve..
– Aprajita
She had a story
The one which will make you feel blood in your mouth
The one which brings alive the goosebumps on your arms
The one where you gape at her as she narrates
The one which you pray happens to noone
But she wraps it in shining smile and optimistic words
Hoping to present it to someone , with love .
– Aprajita
Her scars traced her collar bone
They were modern day tales of agony and ecstasy
She never wore a necklace.
She wore herself with poise.
– Aprajita
Her laughter was like a lighthouse.
Radiant & Facile
Breathing in life back to the walking dead
Sprinkling HOPE on the ones that were lost
And making me believe in something bizarrely beautiful !
-Aprajita
You used a scale to measure my love .
You called it “not good enough”.
I knew it was limitless
Hence , I set you free.
– Aprajita
TO.BE.BEAUTIFUL.WITHIN 