Pemphigus vulgaris - tackle with me

  The art of forgetting  And sometimes I lose track of time , deliberately . Deliberately, when the dock of emotions felt unfamiliar. Tapestry to the melancholy self , I lose track of time , 'cause the echoes felt trivial , trivial, the shades of tears , or the shadows of dauntless . Yet, the silence of the sea prevailed. Now, I lose track of time. Deliberately , pause , deliberately, to admire the timelapse . Timelapse, that hit the turmoil . For once, the fall from the deck released me , released me to fly, fly away from the wintering grounds . Regret towards the past, surpassed , and breathing felt real.  - RGK  KAVINAYAA (aka) KAVITHRA Briefing the poem: Lately I’ve been thinking and it caught my attention that there is a difference between want to and happened to, and a poem has always stood or took a great deal of role in displaying the emotions metaphorically, and the very unsettled great minds have provoked the thoughts of one through such notions. And to the...

  The last question . Entry date: 1st October 2024 It’s been a while since the last post, they spoke about my experience during the hospitalisation which I quoted as my toughest times or that’s what I thought was! Little did I know what was on its way, was way more than the times before ,“ THE REALITY! ” I was discharged during the last week of September 2023, i was more than happy to be back home. The thoughts were loud and obvious, “this is it, I did it, no more hospital or need of hospitalisation”. I believed, as I went through it, now I know everything about it. [ spoiler alert!  My knowledge about it was just pea sized ] My search to know about this disorder only increased everyday against my parents wish, they wanted me out of it, but my part of healing were the answers to these!. I went through books, wanted to know people, wanted to know their stories but to my disappointment I found one to none. I felt the longing thus it made me to build this platform, for the silen...