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 Jun 21
Arna
Don’t I deserve a caring hand to tap my head and say
“everything will be alright”?
Don’t I deserve a supporting hand to stand by my side in all times?
Don’t I deserve a listener who could understand my words?
Don’t I deserve a quick reply when I am in need?
Don’t I deserve a small appreciation for my efforts?
Don’t I deserve some encouragement in building my dreams?
Don’t I deserve some soothing words when I feel worthless of myself?
Don’t I deserve cute gestures when I feel lonely?
Atleast, don’t I deserve a person whom I can call mine?
"Sometimes it’s not about wanting too much —
just the bare minimum, from the right soul."
 Jun 16
Arna
"It's hard to live in a place where your existence feels more like a burden than a responsibility."
Some truths hurt, but they also remind us we’re not alone in feeling them.
 Jun 16
Arna
Some random days...
when everything feels heavy.
when lyrics hit deeper than usual.
when every Instagram reel or YouTube short feels too relatable.
when you feel like you're not enough.
when you start sympathizing with yourself.
when you want to scream but stay silent.
when you want to cry your lungs out, but don’t know why.
Some days are just... painful and complicated.
And that’s okay.
"Some days weigh more than others. And if all you did today was survive, I'm proud of you. "
 Jun 5
Arna
Some random days...
when everything feels heavy.
when lyrics hit deeper than usual.
when every Instagram reel or YouTube short feels too relatable.
when you feel like you're not enough.
when you start sympathizing with yourself.
when you want to scream but stay silent.
when you want to cry your lungs out, but don’t know why.
Some days are just... painful and complicated.
And that’s okay.
"Some days weigh more than others. And if all you did today was survive, I'm proud of you. "
 May 26
Arna
Every time I expect something from life,
A flood of questions rises within:
Don't expect. Accept and adjust.
Be happy with what you have.
Many don’t even have what you do.
And many more voices echo the same.

But what if my expectations are simple?
A homely atmosphere,
A loving family,
A supportive friend,
A peaceful life,
A meaningful profession.

Are these huge to expect from life?

I believe in self-love.
I believe we shouldn’t depend on others for happiness.
But in the long run, we all need someone—
Someone who admires our efforts,
Someone who showers love and care,
Someone who stays loyal,
Someone who lifts us when we fall,
Someone to lean on—when self-care isn’t enough.
"Sometimes, the smallest hopes feel like the biggest dreams. Is it really too much to ask?"
 May 26
Arna
Some things in life we carry,
Not because we care,
But because we must.
Like faded promises,
And roles we never asked for—
They cling to our spine,
Etching silence into our skin.

Not every burden is born of love.
Some are stitched with duty,
Unseen, unpraised,
Yet always there—
A shadow in the light,
A name we answer to,
Even when our heart stays silent.

We don't resent it.
But we don't cherish it either.
We simply carry.
Because someone must.
"Some things can only be carried as a responsibility throughout the life
and can never be out of love."
 May 18
Arna
Giving fake smiles...
Hiding pain infront of family...
Confusion of what to share and what to hide...
Fear of perspective changes...
Fed up with sympathy around...
Being unloved...
One side efforts...
Losing loved ones ...
Getting stranger vibes from close ones...
Taking blame without fault...
Lack of clarity in life...
Handling panics on your own...
Bad?
Probably the worst!!
The silent struggles people go through — especially the pain that hides behind a smile and the burden of emotional isolation.
"If you relate, know you're not alone."
 May 17
Arna
A home?
A place where your mornings start with scoldings and nights end with arguments?
A place where you are unloved?
A place where you don’t even know what your siblings feel about you?
A place you are having heavy heartbeats and panics?
A place where you don’t feel like sharing anything?
A place where your existence doesn’t seem worthy?
A place where you can’t even cry peacefully?
A place where no one express what they feel?
Is this place called a home Maa?
Is it? Really?
“Built with bricks, filled with pain — can that ever be called a home?”
 May 17
Arna
What was her fault?    
A desire to have a family?
A sacrifice which created another family?
A dream to be a working woman?
A want to live happy?
A life to see her children achieve big?
A kind hearted nature who always searched her happiness in her people's happiness?
What was her fault after all??
"Heaven gained her. I’m left with the question — what was her fault?"

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