I don’t belong here 

​I don’t belong here 

Where people talk 

Less about themselves 

More about else 



I don’t belong here 

Where people laugh 

Not in joy 

But in pain

I don’t belong here 

Where people only see

Not your heart 

But your beauty 



Faces behind veils 

Their promises, frail

Where I can’t be myself 

I don’t belong here. 

-Namrata 


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Masquerades

                A smile on my lips

                Tears buried deep 

                Fits of laughter 

                But screams within 

                There I am

                Feeling alone 

                Amidst a hundred others

                Smiling, talking, laughing

                They look so happy 

                But are they? 

                                Namrata 

Saviour

‌If I could save you, I would. But time and again I’ve realised that people cannot be saved or fixed or grown by others. You need to do that yourself. You have to let go of the past, you have to forgive them. Remember, the more of them you forgive, the better you live. Crush that burden in your heart. Let go of everything that weighs you down, everything that doesn’t let you fly. Every constraint, every regret. Every shouldn’ts and don’ts. Embrace yourself and unfurl your wings. Fly high, for the sky is the limit. Be the saviour you want me to be. 

-Namrata 

Every person has a story. Here’s mine.. 

Hello, followers and friends. First of all I want to thank each one of you for your appreciation and support. I’m overwhelmed by the amazing response I’ve got on the blog in just a week. Thanks a lot. Second of all, I believe every person in this world has an untold story. There is something in the past that makes a person who he is today. Here’s my that “something” I’d like to share..

I was once a very sad person. I had a handful of friends, hated going out and avoided any human interaction whatsoever. It was as if I was locked up in a dingy cage, behind invisible iron bars. And being an introvert, I always had difficulties expressing myself. I never talked to anybody about this hurricane of emotions and how it was slowly destroying me, a little piece of me every day. I never complained. I was so accustomed to it that I accepted it to be my reality, that maybe this is the sort of a person I am.


But then there came a phase in my life where I couldn’t take it anymore. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t live. Everything around me was black and white, not a single person to be seen. I had pushed everyone away, far away. 

  It was just another sleepless night when I decided to write, write down anything and everything that was bothering me. After sitting idle, staring at the blank piece of paper in front of me for an hour, I began to write. I took me two long hours to finish it and and the feeling cannot be expressed in words. 

   That’s when I started writing to express myself. I must admit here that I’m no master of words, I write for the joy of it. I want my emotions to reach out to you, to your hearts, and if that happens my mission is accomplished. 

Like I said, every person has a story. Tell me yours in the comments below.