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A mind in metamorphosis. Where poetry meets science, stars debate neurons, and curiosity refuses limits. A place for the restless, the wide-eyed, and anyone tired of ordinary.
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Stranger To The Ocean (opens the original)
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“The things we cannot get seem more desirable than the things we do have.” —Miguel de CervantesThose who've caught a glimpse of the ocean before,Don't realize how miraculous it is to this stranger outside,How desperately I'd like for it to be my guide,How shoddily I've crafted fantasies just to visualise,How enthralling its presence is in my eyes,They take it for granted because it's always been there,But the waves have me smitten outright I swear,I've never touched
Science or Arts? (opens the original)
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Science or Arts?As if I ever had to choose,Like my life depended on that decision,But here's the truth—There is no Science without art,From the anatomy of my heart,To the blessing of sight,They both coexist in broad daylight.Yet somehow I'm expected to favour one over the other,Because if I'm 'smart,' I'll memorise texts for the rest of my life,And if I'm not, I can be creative all I want,Either save lives or write lives,Either be practical or be passionate:I'm stuck between the either-or.Yet I
My Parents Took me to a Psychiatrist When I was 10 (opens the original)
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“ You don't have to see the whole staircase. You just have to take the first step.” ~Martin Luther King Jr.Yes, my parents took me to a psychiatrist when I was ten.Not because I had some kind of psychopathic tendency but because in this day and age, everyone needs someone they can vent to and when you cannot seem to find that person close to you, when you can't even confide in yourself, when you're irritable at every little thing, when school becomes the only place you feel happy at just because
Back, Again? (opens the original)
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“ Let your dreams outgrow the shoes of your childhood.” Take me back, again,Back to when dreams ascended skies,Back when I wasn't asked to downsize,Back when they were mine to criticise,Not prone to the society's replies,They still made it beyond the fluffy pillowcase,They used to be my happy place,The kind of things that were mine to embrace,Not the impalpable kind that brought disgrace,Yet now they often feel lost in the dark,Like that one little kid in the park,Stranded around a tree's bark,A
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