My open heart doesn’t want surgery

I felt my rib cage crack through,

A word at a time, it gave way.

My heart poured through then,

To all the magic before me.

I felt that the stuff that filled my heart

Was kin to melted chocolate,

Banana ganache, soft dough

And everything that spoke of

The fragile strength in vulnerability.

I wanted to be in the illusion forever-

The illusion of art and performance

Because, and this is epiphany,

There was nothing more I wanted

Than to be so wholly vulnerable to beauty.


“I gave her/him/it/them my heart,”

They say.

But I want to do it all the time.

Poetry is beautiful

Drama is beautiful

Dance is beautiful

Song is beautiful

Because they are what move things in the universe

Somethings that are finally closer to real than magic.

Performance is an open heart

Facing the surprisingly persistent raindrops;

Bracing yourself for the beautiful sunshine.


Performance and beauty really should be synonyms.


The movie ‘Stuck In Love’ proved to be a great inspiration for this post. It’s a beautiful movie.


Stripping off my thoughts

1st December:

Being bare is forbidden in this world. If you show a tad bit more of your skin, you are suddenly in disgrace and the world pushes you towards hell with their glaring, accusing eyes.

Till a year ago, I was blind about some of my strongest beliefs-having not thought of them as well. As I become more of a youth by the day, I wonder about the ancient v/s modern clothing controversy that is raging. What really are my thoughts on this?

Well, when I look at this matter I question mindsets. I wonder why it is such a sin to show more skin. Is the world trying to say that clothes define our personality? That we CAN judge a book by its cover and understand every aspect of its plot?

Well, this is what I gather from the mindset of the orthodox-a staring metaphor in the face of humanity.

I believe, and very strongly too, that this controversy is really a metaphor for our fears. We are scared to show the REAL us-to indulge, to pour our hearts out to the rest of the world, or even to a single person. We fear that sharing our deepest feelings, worries, hopes and secrets will make us VULNERABLE.

So now I think, does being vulnerable scare me? And surprisingly I hear my thoughts say ‘No.’

I am so overwhelmed at the change in my opinions over the past year or so.

I now realize that being vulnerable is NOTHING in front of acceptance. What is really lost through vulnerability and dependence in a person who accepts his/her failures and successes? In a person who accepts his/her real truth? Nothing.

Vulnerability is instead a wonderful thing. How can you lose something by being vulnerable when being vulnerable and sharing a part of yourself with others BRINGS you relationships?

So being bare and confidently so, is beautiful.

In my eyes, being bare is the beauty of allowing your world to cradle in someone’s world while being true to your actual truth.
It is not a sin.