Hi, I’m Richa, passionate about penning down my thoughts into poems and stories. I’m also here to be your therapist friend.
I’m Richa. Currently a student of Geology and a newbie creative writer. I may have a poker face but carry a loud mind.
I’m fascinated with the world of fiction( Science-fiction, fantasies, etc.), art & culture, history and poetry. I choose to write down my thoughts for the world to feel relatable…
Waking up , the sun shines bright enough to lighten the room.
Falling and yawning, i get out of the bed.
My brush picks me up…
oh maybe i picked it up.
Gently gliding it on my teeth….you know im gentle. Always! Like anyways…
Glaring at the mirror i see my eyes first.
I don’t know what shape are those….was never good at…. observing such details.
Oh i wish it could be almond eyes…. Potterlike.
These pair of eyes… beautiful though…seems sleepy.
So i wash it up.
Oh here …!
Waking up , the sun shines bright enough to lighten the room.Falling and yawning, i get out of the bed.My brush picks me up…oh maybe i picked it up.Gently gliding it on my teeth….you know im gentle. Always! Like anyways…Glaring at the mirror i see my eyes first.I don’t know what shape are those….was neverContinue reading “Reflection”
I feel like i am nothing. Like i never was anything.I am stuck in a situation which exists nowhere.It’s like i was just lost from the very beginning, that i am now. I know nothing about me, about what I am, about what i should be doing, where i should be……where do i belong. WhyContinue reading “A random day”
A random day
I feel like i am nothing. Like i never was anything.
I am stuck in a situation which exists nowhere.
It’s like i was just lost from the very beginning, that i am now. I know nothing about me, about what I am, about what i should be doing, where i should be……where do i belong. Why does it seem so blur, no clear thoughts. I don’t find a single person around me. Not a soul who knows Mine. I want to be held by my hands and be told that i am rare. I am far away from happiness.
A true state of happiness which doesn’t go away even when you are alone in a room. It remains with you when you go to sleep. I want to recognise myself. My senses, my name, my cause. No validations, no attentions needed just an independent bold personality. But it seems like an illusion. Right now it is at the lowest level one could imagine. I don’t believe if i had been the same Richa years back. I feel as if she has been replaced by a weak girl who doesn’t love anyone.