I’m reading this book ‘Purple Hibiscus by Adichie Chimamanda’ and I never realized how much it touches home until now. 

Of late I’m  a shadow, psychologically it’s not healthy but…. Life has just been about me and my significant other. 

As much as I try to shut this ugly community out, it forces me to speak out and shout loud.So..


                I yarn for darkness, for the angels of the night,

            For that is where my shine is, where I find the light.

        I speak in silence, not out of fright, but because in your presence, my purpose; my essence,

my shame; my decadence,

my pain; my budden,

my sad face; my sorrow_ness

     Is peniless.

                                         …..the chronicles.


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