“It's like the poets say, We end up mirroring those we love, Maybe... You ended up an amalgamation of my mistakes, like the ones I've done over and over again And I'm sorry mi amor, But again, I only need the password to your heart, Then maybe, just maybe, I can figure this all out. (I say this, as I lay in front of your grave Let me move on, love I'm tired.) -Extracted from Apathetic Eyes, a Poem” LovePainDeathGriefHeartbreakHeartacheLost Love Author:Fathima Valliyangal
“We say goodnight with quivering smiles Knowing none of us, are really strong inside, we're just pretending outside, you know? you just have to pretend a lot around here. the nurses, they watch every move. - Inked Confessions: The Untold Psych Ward Letters” PainPoetryLetters Author:Fathima Valliyangal
“Mania rushes with mystification An intense desire to succumb, to the calling compulsions. Impulsivity, is a nefarious crime, I've fallen prey to its predatory Alas, I am but a human Inked Confessions: The Untold Psych Ward Letters” PainMemoriesImpulsiveManiaPsych Ward Author:Fathima Valliyangal