~ migration.

Dear Reader,

(If anyone has happened to chance upon this rather not-so-very-secret diary of mine) it is my simultaneous pleasure and occasional regret to inform you that I have shifted my blog to WordPress.  WordPress has an excellent interface, and all my friends have blogs there too (seldom does a person who writes manage not to fall prey to the ever-strengthening bonds of - well - online - er - platforms - I don't think that came out quite so well, but, moving on), and so I must bid adieu to Blogger.  Blogger has given me many things, including the confidence to move to WordPress (I'm so sorry).  It has remained a faithful companion for the last seven years that I have been writing (at least a little bit) seriously. 

Farewell, Blogger.  Hola, WordPress!  Reader, if you are interested in furthering your association (really, now, that makes me sound a bit like a pompous prat) with my writings, please come and take a look:

https://theimposterslament.wordpress.com.

Cheers!

Yours always,

Vruta.

~ shutdown.

Lights in my brain
Won't stop flickering
Voices in my head
Won't stop bickering
My blanket smells of 
Bedbug spray
"It'll go away," that's 
What they say,
It never goes away.
I cannot escape all my fears
And all my loves just end in tears,
And nightmares from when I was young
They haven't gone away.
My stomach is too acidic
Sometimes my tongue is acerbic,
I've hurt too many, said too much,
Too many parts to play
Nothing has gone away.
Why is my mind out of control?
Why can't it do just what it's old?
The sun is green, the nights not gold,
Winter warm, and summers cold,
Perhaps this is the price I'll pay
That never goes away.

~ V. S. Gupte, January 2018.