Priyanshi Agrawal

To be seen and heard, To be held and loved. My existence unfolds in melancholy, For what it is worth I am seen, heard, held and loved but never the one.

Kind People are the cruelest to themselves

“...The agony in you exists because you're unaware of yourself. With your energy so contagious; you always giggle like a kid and talk utter nonsense but it all makes sense, somehow, For me at least it did— You're warm like sunshine, Beautiful like a moon. One doesn't know what to do with themselves when you're around—

And I said — “Promise you will keep my mental health first”. “I promise, Don't be scared, Darling I am here ”.

In the era where ethics are debatable, I'm forced to wonder— if I belong.

I often wonder— Is it a wildly tangled mind or my incapability of expression? Impossible how I have never met a single soul who would understand.

With those words forever imprinted on my head— I decided to move ahead; knowing people's opinions are in contrast to my truth

“What did that kid do?”

I was never the neglected child. I was the child who was truly loved and taken care of— The one who everyone delighted, the one who makes the most ridiculous joke yet for whom the laughter echoes within the room. I was the one always spoken softly to; always hyped with gentle corrections; I was the one everyone comes home bearing gift to– A child too young to reciprocate I became the adult who don't know when it's enough, when I must stop pouring— Unconditional love with no selfish reforms it is what I learnt and seeked around. I look out for love I was raised with, not the one that might have lacked. I am not the neglected child seeking attention, I am the child with bars set up high for love and relations— I am not a little too much, nor am I asking for more, it's just the right amount of healthy exchange, if you are in love, with the right intentions.

“—And the same set of people collide, relentlessly until they serve the purpose universe has planned for each of them”

“One must swallow the moon to hold a beauty like that.. She's majestic.”

Buy yourself flowers, Take yourself out for a date There's one thing I love the most about Self-love– that it is never too late

Oh! You're such a wh*re!!

“He never saw me for the poison ivy I was–If that is not love, I would never know what love is actually”

“Oh! My love, I miss it when you were summer– The Monsoon got my heart drenching with pain.”

Oh! To never fall in love with a Hero. To watch your love being sacrificed for the sake of others. To endure never being the first choice, your needs will always be sacrificed. “I am proud of my man. He is a Hero” cheered the lover–empowering his goodness, rooting for his win; just to find out his victory is not her win. What do we call it love or self-sabotage?