Wish to forget.

Reading and rereading a letter has to do so much with euphoria. Isn't it?

---

Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/nisha-v-chettri/message

some people come to our life

and leave- they leave,

Like storms,

so capable, that it breaks us down.

---

Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/nisha-v-chettri/message

I have started finding loneliness so conveniently,

In the blank pages of my notebook that I stare for long hours,

and in the endless promotional emails that I receive,

Sometimes I casually find loneliness in a town full of people,

Sometimes I find it in the podcasts that I listen to while I walk.

And sometimes I find it in a tiny gap between hope and despair.

Searching for solitude, I have found something so hollow,

so deep that I am so afraid of drowning deeper and deeper

never had I imagined that I would reside here someday.

We scribble sentences and build a home out of metaphors.

---

Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/nisha-v-chettri/message

I have lost count, of days. why isn't it important? I have forgotten all those prayers. -insinuated to save lives. I lost the significance of loving -truly and unconditionally I am just that person trudging - Yearning to keep up   I stopped living When my father died.

---

Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/nisha-v-chettri/message

This is just a rant!

Periods should be a non-issue

---

Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/nisha-v-chettri/message

Where can I find the freshness of the breeze,

that gently tickles my face

I have longed for years,

to sit on the edge and stare at the mountains

I still want to feel more.

More ecstasy

More Love

I can’t stop breathing deeper,

rejuvenating my body

I can’t stop feeling better,

refreshing my mind.

I want to know more,

about universe

about love

Like I want to know more

about the throbbing heart

That melts when I look into the eyes of the truest form of love.

I want to feel the forest of emotions cascading-

at a moment when he turns his face just to look at me, for the very first time.

There, I would notice the fine details of his freckles,

like the brown leaves in autumn,

ready to fall...

It was randomly designed to a shape of love,

Perhaps, meant to be in love-in such a way!

I have longed for years,

To sit on the edge and stare at the mountains

I have longed for years

to sit behind the truest form.

I can’t stop breathing deeper.

---

Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/nisha-v-chettri/message