It’s Overwhelming 

Writing

It’s overwhelming

How a piece of your skin

Can set mine on fire

Molten gold

Into ashes 

Or stone cold

Like the arctic 

Just by the sheer force 

Of your emotion 

It overwhelming 

How I can feel your concern 

Radiating off of your skin 

I’m waves of heat

And sprinkles of tingles 

When you touch 

The back of my neck 

It’s overwhelming 

When you touch my pinky 

But I can feel your affection

As if you’ve ravaged my entire body 

Enveloping it

In the safe haven 

That is your love 

It’s overwhelming 

How I feel a current pass through 

The entirety of my being 

By the touch of your head

On my shoulder 

With a smile on your face 

But tears flooding your soul

It’s overwhelming 

These emotions that are not mine

That I cannot fathom 

But can somehow feel

Through the slightest touch 

The softest lean

And a whisper of a hug

It’s overwhelming 

Wondering why it is that I feel

What I have not created 

But still touches me

In every way 

Through the people that surround me

Through them

Through you

It’s overwhelming 

Thinking that I might have the ability 

To discern what my loved ones feel

By touching their forehead

Feeling the thunder that resides within them

Even when they smile 

Laugh 

And frolic away 

To the naked eye 

Of those who cannot 

It’s overwhelming 

This 

Whatever this is

Whatever I am trying to figure out

Why I can feel this much 

So much 

Of which isn’t mine 

By just a feather of a touch

From those 

That are my world 

That define my very existence 

That mend my very soul

It’s overwhelming 

It’s you

It’s me

It’s the universe 

That flows through us

When you hold my hand 

And we mix

In the most scary 

Beautiful way

It’s overwhelming 

It’s overwhelming 

It’s overwhelming 

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Farewell!

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I recently graduated from school. Those are some sad, sad pictures, so here are a few from the Farewell function my school organised for us seniors instead! 


I hope all of you are having a great new year so far. I’m sorry for not being regular with my posts, I promise I’ll do much better once my boards get over in May. Please be patient. Thankyou! 

Sin

Writing

I held my lovers hand

Fingers intertwined

Sculpted met dainty

A soft squeeze

A look so kind

We walked through

The busy street

Watching the city

Come alive

The night was young

And so were we

All we needed was each other

And maybe a good party

In this summer heat

We went to a popular place

On my childish whim

It buzzed with energy

Packed to the brim

 

Before we entered

My lover stopped and stared

He had something to ask me

I knew what he would ask

I had found the silver band

I was prepared

I beamed at their nerves

Anxious and oh so sweet

I told them I wanted a drink

I knew it would make them feel better

There would be no cold feet

We entered the cave

Body sweat and heat

Lights met darkness

A rhythm

A beat

We took a few shots

And danced till we were sore

I looked at them like they were the sun

On a cold winter day

There had been nothing I had ever

Wanted

Or loved

More

We clumsily bumped

Into people and things

What a beautiful night

It had been

And it would only get better

We had wings

A forceful bump

A crash and bang

We looked around

Our intoxicated minds

Unable

To understand

A figure walked towards us

People paved a path

What was that look in his eyes

Another bang

It was unbridled wrath

He held up the object

Nestled in his hand

A gun

Pointed at me

My mouth turned to sand

My lover moved in front

Put it down

He told the man

We can talk this through

All he did was

Give a disgusted frown

Please

I begged my lover

But he wouldn’t budge

He straightened up further

 

Another pleading nudge

What have we done to deserve this

Put the gun away

The sick man sneered

BANG

He pulled the trigger

And then spit on my horrified face

Because

He said

It was a sin

to be gay


I offer my deepest condolences to every single person that has been affected directly or indirectly by the recent shooting in Orlando. This is a crime of hate, not of religion or of gender. The LGBTQ community has survived and conquered almost everything in its path, and will be sure to survive and conquer this as well. We stand with you. In the name of love, in the name of humanity.

 

A letter to my love

Writing

Nizamuddin east New Delhi 

April, 2016

Aurangzeb Lane

New Delhi 

To

The love of my life

Dear Love,

I write this to you

In hopes of good health

That I know is already there

For the mental scars you brush off

And the physical bruises you hide

I know every inch

Every colour 

Every length 

Every time 

I hope your parents are well

I know it is difficult 

For you and them

To adjust 

To all the changes life

Is throwing at you

So mercilessly 

How is your brother?

I see your relationship evolve 

From can’t live with

To can’t survive without 

I hope he has carved 

A little niche for himself 

As he wanted

Distance

Sometimes 

Truly is a blessing

And finally 

How are you?

I seem to hear nothing at all

How is the person that taught

So many people 

How to live fearlessly 

Living their life?

Have you garnered the strength 

For yourself

That you dutifully lend 

To those around?

Have you mustered up the laughter

That isn’t just a facade 

The laughter that comes

From deep within your blue soul

The one you always invoke 

From every person you see?

Have those stunning hazel eyes

Shed tears that they should 

But cannot

Because they are busy crinkling 

When you smile

While wiping off another’s?

Have the strong shoulders 

You possess 

Sagged in defeat 

After holding up

The weight of others expectations?

Have those gentle hands

Held a pen

A pick

Or your distressed face 

Lately? 

I miss you

Your voice 

That soothes my pain, my worries

Better than any medicine can

Like a wave that washes away

The remains of any destruction 

Left on shore 

By those less thoughtful 

Less caring 

Less loving 

Less

In every way possible 

Than you 

Take care of yourself 

You deserve more

Than what I give

And I deserve none

Of what I get 

But I cannot leave you be

You make me selfish 

Our souls are too intertwined 

Our connection too strong

Physical presence 

Is just an add on

When one heart

Can feel the cracking of another

From miles

And miles

And miles

away

I hope you will think about what

I have

And am trying 

to convey 

That you are not alone

That you have my undying love

Loyalty 

Gratitude 

Faith

And thanks

For I am what I am today

Whatever little it may be

Because of you

Because of everything 

You have made me

Big changes await you and I 

It is a trial

One bigger than others

We have conquered 

Together 

Tumbling And struggling 

But we are too stubborn 

Too proud 

Too stupid

To let anything waiver us

Who we are

As people

Two individuals

Stuck 

Together

Say hi to your parents for me

I hope they haven’t forgotten 

The face

That landed in their domain

Ever so often

But doesn’t 

Anymore 

Due to life

Being as it is

Give my love to your family

For they are my own

I’ll await your reply

Ever so eagerly 

Thanking you

As always

Yours truly

Bunny

From me, to you, this new year. 

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Statistics say: one in four people will experience some kind of mental health problem in the course of a year,Statistics say: Mixed anxiety and depression are the most prevalent in mental disorders.

Statistics say… what could they possibly say? How do they matter? They’re numbers on papers sitting miles and miles away having nothing to do with me or you or someone we would actually care about, but no.

Have there been days where you can’t look at yourself in the mirror? Have there been times where you’ve not eaten because you’re afraid of how you’ll look if you gain that extra pound or what people would say if they watched you binge? Have there been days where no cloth is flattering enough to cover or compliment that body of yours that you don’t think is worthy of any praise? Have there been weeks where it gets harder and harder for you to get out of bed because each day is now a tedious, tiring struggle of not being good enough, smart enough, cool enough…

Enough. 

This is not you. Those times were not you. 

Listen, listen closely to me ..to your body. 

You are good. You are brave. You are strong. You are worthy. And you are capable, more capable than you think and more capable than they believe. They are of no consequence their opinions do not define you or confine you, break you or shake you, you will not let them. They are not the people who will wake up every single day to your reflection in every shiny surface and your thoughts and emotions in that ever shining body, no, its you. 

Your teachers or parents or siblings or spouse are the rocks on the road that help you guide your car but you are the master of your own path. You decide the direction, the time, the route and the destination. An outsider’s opinion only matters to the point of self-depreciation when you don’t have an opinion, a flattering one, of yourself.

Do you like yourself? When you look at yourself in the pale shadows cast on you by the bathroom light at four in the morning because your mind wouldn’t let you sleep do you like yourself? As a person? As a whole? Can you look at yourself and hear only strange voices pointing out your numerous flaws, can you hear those voices lending a hand to your own voice and feel it tearing you down…can you?

Don’t self-destruct.

You are not perfect. Perfection is a myth of the gods and a wish of the mortals, you are not perfect and that is more than okay. You don’t have to be. Your happiness, your sanity, your mental health comes before their approval, their norms and their expectations. Its okay to be selfish. Its okay to protect yourself from the venom of this poisonous society.

 Don’t lose compassion.

 Towards yourself and towards others. Be kind and nice, to your own body and to another’s mind. The wants of your own do not outweigh the needs of another, but the wants of another do not outweigh the needs of your own. Its okay to say no. no is a full sentence, explanations and excuses need not follow for the sake of saving face or needless guilt. 

Love.

You, your reflection, your scars and your mind. If the way to show yourself love is by seeking help, there is no shame, there is no harm. You are in this for the long run. You are not crazy, you are not broken, you have not bought dishonour upon yourself. The blood on the blade and the finger in your throat tell stories only you can hear. Share them. Let them listen. Because you are.

You are now listening.

Listening to your body and you mind and not the voices they are surrounded by, not the inconsequential opinions of those that just breathe and do not live and weigh life by figment norms and structures created by generations long before them. 

Statistics say: one in four people will experience some kind of mental problem in the course of the year, 

Statistics say: Mixed anxiety and depression are the most prevalent in mental disorders.

I say: Love yourself, love the world and turn those statistics into what they truly should be: numbers on papers sitting miles and miles away having nothing to do with me or you or someone we care about.

How YOU can help with the Chennai Floods

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Dil Walon Ki DilliWe saw that very well when, not long ago some of us tried to extend our support to Nepal. #LappisForNepal 
It’s time again Dilli to let the same generosity to flow and this time it’s for Chennai. 

Like last time we assure you that the kindness you show will surely be received by someone in need.
Our Team #lappi’s is collecting

Relief Material for the ones in need in Chennai. 

We are collecting following items:

– Blankets

– Clothes (3-20 years) 

– Plastic mats 

– Rice/Dal 

– Basic Medicines (Fever&Diarrhea etc)

– Flash lights/ Batteries 

– Milk powder 

– Candles 

– Towels 

– Rain coats 

– TENTS/TARPALS

– Maggi

– Biscuits

– Sanitary Pads/ Diapers

– Water Bottles 

– Disposable goods

-Baby food

-Cooking oil

-First Aid Boxes

-Anything you see fit which will be required. 
So now be generous and start donating. Trust us you’ll feel better. 

We’ll appreciate if you guys can get it delivered if not get in touch with us. 
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