homecoming.

do you 

see 

how my limbs 

s p r e a d 

when the 

night 

slips back 

into me? 

this is how i fall 

in love.

________

love me still.

when i show you my wounds. 

when i lay them out 

in the open and point 

exactly where it hurts. 

i don't expect you 

to heal me with your 

gentle words.

i don't expect you to build

bridges for me 

to cross the rough seas. 

i want you to be 

wise enough to see

what i am

made of.

and strong enough 

to love me still.

________

reminder.

do you feel it?
the rising and falling of unrest
in your bones
with each sigh, each smile, each nod
and each word
that rolls out from your
tongue
while the clock tiks
mercilessly on a tuesday afternoon.
stop.
right there.
pick yourself up
from the clutches of
monotony.
unburden your shoulders.
let them breathe.
let your mind breathe.
let your body breathe
let your heart breathe.
breathe.
breathe.
breathe.
until it is no longer
a task to live.
and now,
begin
again.

__________

mute.

if you let me,
i will build a path
of words
to reach your insides
and mute the
voices eating
you.

_________

The things i speak in hushed tones in the middle of the day.

today. i unearth the seasons
collapsing
in my ribs. flowing
graciously along the
lines that turn brown
under the sun.
today. i carry myself quietly
through the rubble of unspoken
words.
today. i remind
my worth to my
weak ailing
heart.
today. i unapologetically choose me.

how is your day going love?
________ 

1 am conversation

How funny is this? As much as we crave change, as much as we desire new, random, beautiful and out of this world experiences, there is always a part of us that wants to go back to where we started from, to stay close to everything familiar, everything that once felt like home.

This is how I've been since past few months. 

I haven't taken a break. I've been writing a lot. I've been reading a lot. I'm well updated in what you guys are up to, what my favorite people are feeling, writing and going through these days and I have a lot to say to you all, so here I go.

It is great to see you back in action Kayla, missed your gorgeous words so much. PeeVee, I am in awe with the way you write bro, how are you so amazing? Oh my god Red, you are back! Did I tell you I stalked you thoroughly when I saw your comment? D your new blog and the name is breathtaking. The last post where you wrote 'Not having something to say shouldn't keep me from writing anymore, I should just write.' I want to thank you for this. Ankita, you woman are shining like a diamond. I am very happy for your latest books love. Soumya, Twisha, Emma, Ridx, Anisha, Keirthana gosh, I missed you ladies (sincere apologies if I've missed out your name). And my readers, both old and new. You make me feel safe, you make me feel at ease whenever I think about this blog and I am incredibly thankful for that. I've realized I get too weepy and sentimental when I write about what this blog has been to me, what you all have been to me and I think the best part is that you being a blogger yourself, can understand this so well. You know there is a mess in our head and it is okay to let it out and feel sooo much at once.

Writing is and will always be the most beautiful form of meditation for me, for us. 

I'm currently more active on another platform, Instagram: @writingsofvinati. It is new, it is fresh, more convenient to handle and it gives me that push to outdo myself every time I read my previous posts. I think I have fallen in love with this art all over again. Writing community is as encouraging on Instagram as it is here. But honestly, I do miss the familiarity of Blogger, the familiarity of having friends who have seen me evolve, seen me grow into a less confused and wayward being. So if you are on Instagram, do drop by and say hi. I would love to see you there.

Lastly, here is my current favorite song for you. This is how you make me feel.

Lana Del Rey: Because of you (unreleased)

I think I should get a tattoo of her name. I'm clearly obsessed.

That's all for now.

I hope to see you on the other side.

_________

can you feel it?

do not close your eyes,

the sun is

rising

in your bones.

________

Alike.

we are both 

made 

of infinities 

plastered 

carefully with 

skin.

______

Picture source

Crust

beneath the crust 

of fallen 

leaves 

a new season 

awaits.

______

wreckage

the world is a broken 

mess 

but give it a 

chance 

love. 

let it heal 

you 

with all 

its pieces 

because 

it 

will.

________

Religion

I'm obsessed.

Pores.

Irretrievably 

slipping 

into my skin, 

there is 

cold 

and then there is 

you.

________

Picture source

...

Soaked in 

poetry, 

dripping in 

metaphors.

how 

can i 

not reek 

of 

love.

_______

Another mask

I know there are horrors
residing in you,
growing on you,
eating your insides,
making you
weak,
frail and fragile.
I know you are
putting on another mask,
another layer
of skin to silence them,
to shut them out.
But remember love,
nothing
in this entire world
is more beautiful,
and
more brave
than blooming
out of the ugliest
realities
that we survive.
______

6 bullets yada yada

• The new domain www.cometmuse.com is up and working almost fine. It feels great to work on a full-fledged personal website like I'm doing something serious and important, but I'm not. Yay me!
• Why comet muse, because the name resonated with me and my style of writing. No poetic meaning behind, it is what it is. Just felt so right and there cannot be any better reason than that. 
• Started a secondary blog on Tumblr. I think it is important for me to remind myself that I'm not as pathetic as I think. Therefore, Tumblr is only for sharing my personal favorite pieces from this blog. So if you're on Tumblr, drop in some day. I'd love to connect.
• 2015 was officially my poetry reading year. I discovered some beautiful contemporary poets like Nayyirah Waheed, R.M Drake and their work has been an amazing source of inspiration. Honestly, they are the poets who kept me sane throughout the year and therefore, deserve a special mention and a special photo too.

Nayyirah Waheed

• I don't have any plans for twenty sixteen and surprisingly, I'm not freaking out. Is this what growing up feels like?
• Lastly, I am proud to grow into a person who is always the first to forgive and forget. Things become simpler if you just declutter your life and there is no better way than forgiveness. So in case you've been a bitch to me (not you, you are cute), I forgive you because I know you are still growing up.

_________

A very important P.S: My new active email id is cometmuseblog@gmail.com. Let's share some emails, stories and secrets and keep it only between us, okay?

Also, what do you think about this new change?