The Stigma

The situations that even I’ve faced at some point in my life as well… I couldn’t describe it any better…

Sorcery Files

“Will they assume I am a psycho?”

“Will they judge me?” …”What if they start thinking low of me?”

“What if my Boss thinks I am too mentally weak?”….”Will I get fired?”

“Will my family and friends understand?”…”Will they put up with me and accept who I am?”

These are few of the everyday thoughts that a person who is suffering from Depression or Anxiety (or any other mental illness) have. The morning starts with “Oh god, not again!”. Then starts the regular day of a depressed person, who by the way, also suffers from accute anxiety. I am going to put my example here as everyone has a different way of dealing with the ‘condition’, as most of the people would call it. And just for everyone’s information, NO two persons go through the same feeling while being depressed. I realised it after I started my therapy and treatment. I…

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Why do we stress on being perfect? Why do we get addicted to stuff? Why do we judge others?

Life is something which we don’t know why we have, what’s our aim in it & why do we exist. Shit that’s just another line of questions this time without question marks. Why am I thinking about this? I have no idea. I reflect on stuff, I like to think. Well, I guess everyone thinks about something; be it about the tiny thread which needs to be cut from the side of their tee or the upcoming weekend when they’ll meet up with their cousins and play a game of cards.

In terms of exposure to different environments, I’ve been quite lucky. Having lived not only in different cities but in different countries has provided me with a healthy type of people whom I observed daily, lived, played and ate with daily. The cultural differences they talk about, there’s none. To be fair, despite the fact I believe generalization for anything is wrong, but you have all the types of people in the same ratio in every country, every place. It’s not how they’re brought up but I guess it’s just that there can’t be 60 same natured, and with same IQ levels and with same thought processes people in a class. However we put it, no person is the same. Or are they? I mean, I’d say I’ve actually met two people who remind me of myself. How often is that? Generally it’s the elders telling us, or stating that son you remind me of my childhood or man I was like that 5 years back.

Yesterday I was speaking with someone about change. Which actually made me realise that despite thinking about change quite a lot and on quite a wide panel, there was this person with a whole new approach to the idea. What they said actually made me ponder for two straight hours. Change is good. Change is bad. I believe that it’s necessary. Basically, change is something we should cherish. It may be bad but when change removes the staleness or the stagnant state our life was in. My mum always tells me, if you can live with change and adapt to change, you’ve actually won in life; or maybe she means there you go, that’s one step closer to perfect.

That brings me to my next point. Can perfection ever be achieved? Actually, we achieve perfection daily. Just think about your morning. You look yourself in the mirror before going out. Outfit for the day? Looks good. Hair? After combing with your fingers a couple of times even after setting it properly just a minute ago when you were doing your hair you just think now it looks better. It’s perfect now. Well the definition just changed. Inside a minute, you combed your hair to perfection according to you and then you waved your hand through it twice and felt better about your look. More perfect maybe? Wait what is better than perfect? Does something like that exist? Maybe. I mean perfect it just a word we set. With the freedom in a language there’s no rule which rules out the phrase ‘more perfect.’ Coming back to the point, you think you’re looking perfect for the day one second and next moment it changes. Hell if your friend walks in and goes, “What in the earth are you wearing Karan!?” Shit. Shit. Shit. What just happened? You doubt yourself. Wait why didn’t my perfect match his perfect? As a matter of fact he just demeaned my outfit so much that I’ve started to think that the past 30 minutes I spent dressing up was for nothing. I guess it’s time to change again. Lesson learned? Yes, don’t listen to others. Their perfect won’t match yours. They throw a pun at you, throw one back. A more dangerous, perhaps one more realizing or sometimes more insulting depending on the situation and the person. That’s how I like to do it. That’s how I think it’s perfect to reply in that situation.




It’s time for sharing some motivational self-experience… ☺☺


I tell you life is interesting. Life is a journey. You take steps in this direction, you take steps in that direction. Soon you get lost along the way and sometimes you fall down. But I tell you, there is sometimes in life, where you fall down and you feel like you don’t have the strength to get back up. Then fear comes in. Maybe you have doubt in your life. Maybe you don’t know for sure what’s going to be happening in the future and it scares you. Maybe you’re worried about what people think of you, what they say about you. That FEAR paralyses you and I just want to ask you today, “Do you think you’ve any hope?” When you get old in life, things get taken from you. That’s post of life. You only learn that when you start losing stuff. There are some things in life that are out of your control, that you can’t change and you got to live with it. The choice that we have though is either to give up or keep on going. I tell you what that, “I’ll try one hundred times to get up and if I fail one hundred times and I give up, do you think I’m ever going to get up? No. But if I fail, I try again and again and again. For as long as I try, there is always that chance of getting up. And anyways remember that it’s not the end until you’ve given up.” You can stay here, get the sh*t kicked out of yourself or you can fight your way back into the light. You can climb out of hell. One inch at a time. You Will FAIL at some point in your life, accept it. You Will LOSE, You Will EMBARASS yourself. You Will S**k at something. Some failure in life is inevitable. It is IMPOSSIBLE to live without Failing at something. Unless you live so cautiously that you might as well not have lived at all. In which case, you fail by default. To get something you never had, you’ve to do something you never did. Nothing in life is worthwhile unless you take risks. If you feel you’ve something to give, if you feel your particular talent is worth developing, is worth caring for, then there’s nothing you can’t achieve. As you start to know what you want, to understand why you’re doing it, to dedicate every breathe in your body, to achieve what you feel and what you want to accomplish. So to achieve that you gotta get out there and give it everything you got, whether it’s your time, your talent or your treasures. While it may be frightening, it will also be rewarding. Because the chances you take, the faith that you have that’s what is going to define you. The inches we need to succeed are everywhere around us. They’re in every break of a game, every minute, every second. It’s the person whose willing to die, will be the one to win that inch. You have to work harder than you think you possibly can and it doesn’t matter how you get knocked disc in life because that’s going to happen. All that matters is that you got to get up. It matters how you’re gonna finish. Are you gonna finish it strong? So take the chances, Rise Again and achieve the heights of success….




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​I am not a writer, but I wish I could translate my emotions into a soulful array of words, squeeze out the feelings surging in my heart into a blank page and endow it with life and unstructured consiousness.

I am not a writer, but I wish I could hold the rage simmering inside me with my magic wand (which is my pen, ofcourse) and fill the blank pages with words of fury, as is the case of fires and storms, and animate it with an exaggerated zeal and a tyranny so fierce that it would threaten to destroy every heart that reads it.

I am not a writer, but I wish I could fall for words, flirt with the lines of compassion, make love with the language of romance and be in relationship with a work of literature.

I am not a writer, but I wish I could play with words, entangle them and create mysteries which will leave the world bewildered.

I am not a writer, but I wish I could explore this world just by sitting in a corner of my room with a thought so great and an imagination so creative that it would surpass every other feeling that comes in the way.

I am not a writer, but I wish I were one.

I am not a writer, but I know that wishes do come true and someday, mine will too.




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 Who should be blamed when a Leaf falls from the tree;

Is it the wind that blew it away, 

Or the tree that let it go, 

Or the leaf itself who grew tired holding on?

Life unfolds SO MANY misunderstandings each day,

It is upto us whether to – 

Solve it,  Leave it or  Live With It…

What’s your take on this question?? Let’s be philosophical and logical & discuss below in the comments section!!😊😉


Hola Everyone!!🖐🖐

I hope you all are doing good and great… Today I won’t be posting any blog post in specific as today my blog PoeticLife completes a YEAR since the day I started it…

I’m just so happy and lucky to have such great and wonderful fellow bloggers like you who’ve been there supporting me, reviewing, suggesting, checking out my blog…

I’d like to Thank You all from the bottom of my Heart💓, for your wonderful support and appreciate your time you take out to view my blog…

So as of today I’ll be sharing the 6 most favourite posts of mine according to me😁😁… You can check them out and lemme know what you think of them… If you’ve read any other post of mine and like that one more than this then don’t forget to share it’s name in the comments… Also I’d like to know about your reviews, suggestions or criticism if at all any in the comments to help me improve my blog and make it better than before 🤗🤗!!
So on this special occasion let’s have some Q&A, you can ask me anything you want and I’ll try my best to answer your questions… Also below given are the 6 names of my most favourite posts which I’ve re-posted in the previous hours…







So shoot on your questions and let’s have some fun…

Love and Regards: K@



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“There’s no light in this world that can destroy me,” a demon said and smirked at me. The demon wore anxiety and depression like his armour.

I had nothing to say, because all this while, everyone had proved the demon right.

So, every night, I would sit in the corner of my room, crying. And the only person there, always with and for me, was the demon. 

Then one day, my eyes fell on you. I noticed how you were laughing and giggling with your friends. And in that moment, I aspired to be like you; to just get lost in a moment and enjoy it while it lasts.

I remember how I thought the best day of my life was when you had initiated a conversation with me. You talked to me, and in you, I saw a faithful friend. You shared my sorrows, made my insecurities go away, and with that, you made my demon crawl away from me.

So now, instead of sitting in a corner and crying, I actually sleep peacefully at night. Instead of skipping meals, I eat whatever I wish to. Instead of laying in my bed and mulling over whether I should go out or not, I actually go out.

I started hanging out with you. I could feel that it made me more confident day by day. It definitely was a good feeling.

People told me that it made them happy seeing how I changed myself. They appreciated that I made this effort, and this made me ecstatic.

But one day, I realised that you found all my stories insipid. I didn’t want to lose a friend like you, so I ignored that and moved on. In each moment that I spent with you after that, it felt like impaling myself, because in that short time, you showed me that side of me which I thought wasn’t even there; and I was afraid of losing it.

And then, the fears that were disguised as happiness, came true; you left me to be on my own. And that day, I realised that even friends can break your heart and make you feel miserable.

So, that night I lay awake, and from the corner of my eye, I saw the demon crawling back towards me. He patted my back and stayed there with me, as he used to. All the insecurities came back, whispering that they missed me.

But one thing changed. Earlier, I used to get scared of him. But from that day, I started embracing him. 

How can you not appreciate someone who’s there for you, when everyone leaves you alone?

“Indeed, there’s no light that can destroy you, except that of my own self. And I want you to stay,” I murmured to the demon, while he smiled at me and winked.

“Always,” he said.

~ K@



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Even though you’re watching me from HEAVEN, I’ll tell you something.

I think about you constantly. 

I wonder what life would be like if you were still here. I imagine all of the things you’d say. I imagine all of the different adventures we would have gone on.

I wonder who I would be if you were here. I wonder what we would all be like. I think about all of the different ways things would’ve turned out with you in our lives.

I miss you all the time. I miss you so much that my heart hurts. My heart literally clenches tightly when I think of you, as though it’s trying to hold itself together while my thoughts try and tear it apart.

Time is supposed to heal all wounds but, it seems as though time just provided me with a band-aid that gets old and falls off more often than not.

I know you’d hate it, but I still cry for you. I still sit up at night and wish that you were here. I still talk to you and ask you for advice.

I can’t help but want you here. Life has moved on but my heart and emotions haven’t. I can’t move on.

I have your picture everywhere. I think it’s because I’m afraid that one day I’ll forget your face. 

God… I hope that never happens.

I don’t remember your voice anymore. I remember things you said, but it’s been so long that your voice has faded from memory. 

I refuse to let you fade completely.

I won’t do that to myself. You are the memory that I cling to when things get bad. You are the hope I hold onto when things get dark.

I need you, and your memory is all I have left. So, I’ll keep it alive for you. 

I will carry you in my heart wherever I go in life. I will petition God to have you as my guardian angel if that’s what it takes to keep you with me. 

I know that you are up there watching me. I know you look down and keep guard over me. 

I can only hope that I’m making you proud. I can only hope that I’m what you imagined I’d be in life. I can only hope that you’re smiling at me and not up there shaking your head.

I won’t hope that you miss me as much as I miss you, because missing you is painful. Missing someone is too painful for Heaven to allow inside its gates. It’s too painful for me to wish on anyone, especially you.

I love you. 

And I miss you more than you’ll ever realise.




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Hey, love.

I haven’t written to you since we returned back from our trip. I was busy with all the photographs, and of course, you look lovely in them. I’ll show them to you sometime.

Do you remember how we used to talk about saving money and travelling the world? The fulfilment of this dream of ours seems surreal to me. I still remember the twinkle in your eye and the smile playing at the edges of your lips when you used to make a list of all the places you wanted to visit. Now that most of the places from the list have been ticked off, don’t you feel a sense of peacefulness seep through your being?

I just have one problem. I can’t seem to remember the sound of your laughter, but I can never forget the effect your laughter had on me. I can’t remember the texture of your skin, but I remember that it was the softest thing my fingers had ever come in contact with. I can’t remember quite a few things about you, but I can never forget to love you all the same.

Death snatched you from me, but it couldn’t snatch the feelings associated with you. Carrying your photo in my backpack and travelling the world has become something which keeps me alive.

Maybe it’s the idea of making your dreams come true which makes me look forward to my tomorrow. Maybe I’m living to somehow keep you alive.

But whatever it is, I’m okay with everything.

I know that this letter will be confined to a few pages of my diary, but I believe that you can never get rid of your habit of sneaking a peek into my diary every now and then.

So, love, I’ll wait for you to peek into my diary again. I’ll wait for you to read whatever I write to you. I’ll wait for you to know that I’ll always love you. I’ll keep travelling with you to make your dreams come to life.

After all, we are two travellers who are bound to each other by their dreams – your dream of travelling the world, and my dream of travelling with you.

With love and with a ticket to our next destination,

Your co-traveller.


The present letter has been used as a reply to the letter in my previous post My Story
Hello Everyone, this is another excerpt from my book which is undergoing the process of being completed halfway… So as usual if you like the post don’t forget to like, comment and share..!!😉😉😊😊
With Regards,