The Obsessive Writer

Because life is too overrated to ignore

Winter is here!

When its all pouring rain and cloudy days,

And the truant sun is rarely ablaze.

When mornings are as dark as the night,

And there isn’t the slightest bit of green in sight. 


When the north wind howls in humble tones,

Through snowy homes and shivering bones.

No children play in the park,

And everything is just too cold and dark. 


Then came a man dressed in red,

With a belly full of jelly and a laugh so merry.

The darkest of  nights, twinkled in Christmas lights.

Trees are decked with presents, and our hearts are content. 


Homes are neither cold nor lonely,

When they’re blessed with the warmth of family.

And if you think of the happy carollers and their songs,

Suddenly, winter doesn’t seem so long!

© Abirami

Memory Lane

Life comes so suddenly,

Capturing you before you know it. 

Love, ambition, hope, fear. 

A test of everything you hold dear. 

There comes a time when things, only happen in the past,

And everything is too good to last. 

A time when you are left with more memories than you can hold, 

And you speak of life as an adventure untold.

A moment of victory and sorrow, 

And all you want is another life to borrow. 

Familiar faces fade away, 

In a rear view mirror that has too much to say. 

People come and they go, but these streets never change. 

It’s no wonder that memory is a lane. 

© Abirami 


We have all fallen victim to, and indulged in the delivery of some cheesy lines. I’ve told my boyfriend things like, I’d never let him go till my last breath. That I’d love him till the end of time. We do this sort of thing. Make promises of forever. It’s not much of an exaggeration as it something we say in the heat of the moment. But when push comes to shove, what would you really do for your loved one? How far would you go?

Most of these promises we make, are about situations we’d most likely not encounter in daily life. I’m not a soldier, I don’t think I’ll ever have to take a bullet for him. Neither will I have to give him my heart, because he won’t be needing a transplant any time soon.

When I think about all the things I’d do for love, I guess the first and foremost thing would be to make real promises, about real things, you’d do for them in – yes you guessed it! -REAL situations.

I promise to be there for every little thing, because when it’s you, nothing is little. I promise to put your feelings above mine when we fight, because you matter more. I promise to shower you with love, whenever you’re sad so that you always have a reason to smile. Life will be hard. There’s no denying that. But, I promise to stay by you no matter how hard it gets.

– Abirami.

I’m Abirami and I’m a Feelings Junkie.

Do you know what it’s like to feel numb? Of course you do. You have feet. They do that weird thing sometimes. I’m not talking about that. This numbness comes from the heart. When its so heavy from all the emotions you’re choking on. It happens when you’re ovewhelmed. And me? I get overwhelmed a lot. I get overwhelmed so much that I get off on it.

Hi. I’m Abirami and I’m a feelings junkie. *waves to her imaginary help group*

I don’t believe that we have many chances to live. So I think that the best way to live is to experience every moment. From that crazy thought, I’ve had an emotional rollercoaster of a life. Actually I think it happened from the minute I fell in love for the first time. He’s a great guy, I’m a lucky girl. It was either too good to believe or down in the dumps. No inbetween. I thought it was because we were passionate, but now, it’s been two years of this back and forth battle to stay together and I’m getting tired of it.

He says I get too emotional. How could he say that! I mean, how! How rude. How judgy. He’s supposed to be there for me through thick and thin. Doesn’t he love me..?

Okay NOW I get what he meant.

I miss him so much… Dang it. I’m doing it again.

Resurrection – A Journal Entry Of Sorts.

I’ve been thinking a lot and writing very little. So many trains of thought yet, nothing passed the screening test. They were too real and there is nothing quite as unimpressive as real life. No one wants to read that shit, I told myself. So I went on stringing together, pretty strains of meaningless words. I threw in a few rhymes into the mix and stirred until I got some perfectionist poetry. I looked at my creation, the captivating beauty that it was. All the praises soothed my greedy heart. But it didn’t last very long.

It’s like the conscious mind has a reset button. Every night, all your values are wiped clean and the next day you wake up a new person. Ashamed of my shallow past, the voices in my head wept. What about all your hopes and fears? What about all those nights you spent dreaming?  I found them buried, in a lonely corner. A solemn grave for everything I stood for.

The worst kind of death is when you stop living for yourself.

– Abirami.


Today’s Song – Take me to Church.

Some songs just get you by the balls. This is one such song.

“Take me to church, by Hozier”. Though, I prefer the Ellie Goulding cover version. I will link you to both. 🙂

It’s just so damn perfect! I feel like I say this way too much. :\

The only heaven I’ll be sent to, is when I’m alone with you.

That single line speaks for the love two people can share, no matter what gender and no matter for what gender. It doesn’t matter if you love a man or a woman. What matters is your love is passionate and real.

“We were born sick”
You heard them say it
My church offers no absolutes
She tells me “worship in the bedroom”

The raw truthfulness of the song really helps you connect with the writers emotions.

Enjoy! 🙂 Have a great day.


To be a Writer…

All it takes is a feeling. A kiss that sends you reeling. The smell of the rain or the music that momentarily takes away your pain. Every where you look there lies an untold story. So, keep an eye out for the poetry. It’s not always pretty. Not if you want reality. The truth doesn’t have to rhyme. What has to be said, needs to be said when it’s time. Those demons on your shoulder, they will tell you,

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“You can’t”

“You won’t”


Flick them off and keep writing anyway. 

© Abirami

Unspoken Words

You are,

My warmth in a rainy day,

All the happiness that’s here to stay. 

You are, 

The fire in my heart,

The greatest memories that never part.

You are,

Faith at times of worry, 

Forever, my strong and steady. 

You’re life.

You’re love. 

You’re every fleeting thought. 

You’re every little day dream.

And if I get lazy, I’ll simply tell you,

You’re everything to me. 

© Abirami

The Dream

Every night, we meet in a recurring dream.

Making new promises, to redeem.

Your eyes locked on mine,

Our fingers entwine;

Two hearts beat as one,

All the masks are undone.

We lay in each other’s arms breathing sighs,

Watching the stars set fire to the skies.

© Abirami. 

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