The Unfortunate Mortal

How foolish and mindless
The move of a mortal
Who wrecks his faithful family
To fabricate happiness with strangers
A true sense of his false perception
Tragic fate then awaits his choices

The stranger shall extract their greedy motives
Abandoning the mortal afterwards
Mirroring his action
Towards his blood sharing sacreds

Now as the mortal roams the earth alone
For he has driven far away from home
The time that went by painstalkingly slow for his family
Shall not return for him to regret and repent
A heavy price paid for spending the rest of his life in pitch loneliness


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What is happiness?


Seems like some childhood phenomenon.

Honestly, I think it doesn’t exist. Happiness is a myth as a grown up.

The maximum I can feel is a rare feeling of satisfaction

Is that happiness?

But then why don’t I ever want to jump around and smile a smile that isn’t fake, when I am in that state of contentment?

That is why, happiness doesn’t exist for me.

It’s why I don’t feel emotional when I am in crisis, because it isn’t like those crisis put a damper on some very positive phase where I was previously experiencing, say happiness, in life.

It’s always the same. It’s either crisis or no crisis.

And I’d like to think that I have adapted brilliantly to both. But not anything in between.

It may be that happiness is a myth. Or it just doesn’t exist for me. Or maybe it isn’t meant for me at all.

Either way, I think I am okay. I’ll be fine.

A tiny grain in the cosmos meant to extinguish one day, what could the worst possible do to change that?


– Sarah


​According to the myths, when fairies grow their wings, they experience excruciating pain.  I think that humans are no different. When they grow, and that thick layer of illusion and happy sappy unrealistic stories sheds from around their hearts and brains, the exposure to all the hurt, lies and betrayal as a new person is […]


Pure and Free.

It’s hard to stop the development of young, hardworking, and determined people with dreams. You would think that you can even ‘pause’ their progress. But you can’t. No one can. Even in those moments where you think you might have restrained them physically or even financially, the minds of those with dreams are always progressing. There is no binding them when they are good, innocent, non-corrupted people by heart. They don’t have guilt eating them inside out. They never have anything to hide or lie about. No bad karma after them. No curses from people because they have never harmed any. They are pure. They are free. They are their dreams. And they are about to get fulfilled.

Inner Peace.

Hi. To begin with, this post is about no poetry, no excerpt, it has no quotes, and no stories. This is just my words and me. This is what I would like to call more of a personal articulation that I need to put into words because of any person who might need it. This is some ‘survival guide for life’ that I tried to find sometime in the past but didn’t. This is some ‘the goal is just a step far’ type of motivation and a call to move on and let go of the past. This is a post written to remind you to live your life and embrace it the way it is. To not utterly reject the ideas of nature and the stuff that it has in store for you.  So, if this message helps even one of you to address to the queries and confusion that you have with life, then it’s ‘mission accomplished’ for me.

I am Sarah, and all that I have managed to accomplish in the total seventeen years of my existence, is this blog. I am proud of it. This blog is my first step towards my passion for writing. This is my safe zone, my ‘salvus’. I was shown this way of writing by life when I didn’t need it. When I had everything I thought I’d ever want. But when life has plans, you just simply cannot go against them. You trail along without questions and grip tightly, the thread of hope. You don’t think of going back and you keep up your trust on life and your own fate. Because then, even if life ends up taking you along to a dead end, you still are free of regrets and all the heart burdening ‘what ifs’. You then end up gaining what according to me is the most precious nutrition for your soul. Your Inner Peace.

Apart from this blog, I have other dreams. Some other goals and plans to achieve. Those do include Nobel Prize, Harvard, Oncology, Philanthropy, Bestseller, Album, and a hundred other all sort of massive and tiny things that make my heartbeat accelerate just at the name of them. But I’ve never known my destiny to be kind enough to grant me with even one of these completely fulfilled dream, let alone all of them. So I’ve learnt an even greater way to look at them. I’ve learnt to strive for them but not worship and revolve around them.

Your inner peace tends to do that for you. It gives you the same amount of satisfaction that would have come with achieving your goals, even if you don’t achieve them and lose, given that you have striven your utmost and laid out your sweat and blood for it. It stops making any difference and what begins to matter the most, greater than your goals, your destiny, fate, and your life, is you.

That, is the power of your inner peace. It’s inside of every one of us. Hidden. Waiting to be unraveled. It may take some effort to find it or it may be a piece of cake. Go find it. Grab it. And don’t let go. Welcome to the ultimate bliss called life. 


I was a kid with a vast imagination that always ended up with me making up the most bizzare stories and getting compliments over them. I wrote poems •still do• hummed my own tunes all the time and while others found it amusing that I was mostly playing alone, that was just me weaving my imaginary charachters in my fantasy realm and making them a world of their own, all of my own will. ●Made me feel really powerful and controlling●

So when my chipmunk of a cousin in the picture decided to pose for me, it just kinda brought back all the childhood feels. That look that I used to have in my eyes, so reflective of my illusion filled soul that dimmed over the passage of years, it’s that same reflection that deserves to be preserved and protected. So that it continues to shine and light up others worlds and also our own.


Sick Preachers.

​I won’t avert my eyes when I see them do wrong. I will see them with eyes wide open and judge them however I want. If they are the wrong doers, they should avert their eyes and look down or whatever. Not me. Never me.

This is how I will exactly survive in this messed up society and no one is to tell me otherwise.Because these so called preachers have a sick mentality but they can’t always do what they want. No.



​According to the myths, when fairies grow their wings, they experience excruciating pain. 

I think that humans are no different. When they grow, and that thick layer of illusion and happy sappy unrealistic stories sheds from around their hearts and brains, the exposure to all the hurt, lies and betrayal as a new person is also a deadly process.

– Hello. I know I was off since a long time but these are some raw lines which came from somewhere deep inside the heart.