sugarwolfspidey

[sugarwolfspidey]

somewhere between stardust and silence, a heart throbs in time with the universe...

something i wrote a while ago when my brain was full of stars n static.. sharing it now bc why ever not.

oh to be a tiny fly on your walls.. oh how i long.. to witness the phenomenon that is you.. to realize that nothing matters but still does because that is humanity's greatest flaw.. to understand the workings of the universe.. to be someone and everyone and yet no one at all.. to know so much and so little and yet nothing at all.. to realize that life itself is a paradox and yet somehow remain happy remain calm and love with all your heart and care for every little thing.. to realize that being human might not be the same as being humane- but still we go on.. to realize that to simply be is the greatest thing of all...

[sugarwolfspidey]

“Those poor boys”

“She deserves to be punished too.”

“I’m not saying I support rape, but-”

“Sorry to say - she deserved it.”

“She put herself in harm’s way”

“But if she was fingered, then that’s not rape.”

“She ruined their lives.”

[sugarwolfspidey]

Operation Sindoor wasn’t about violence, it was about sending a clear message. No civilian area or military base was harmed. The Indian Army zeroed in on those launch pads responsible for planning attacks like the one in Pahalgam. The missile strikes were so precise that only the terrorists felt the impact, with no collateral damage whatsoever. The Indian Army released photos and videos with one simple statement: 'We targeted only those who were waging war against innocent lives.'

Despite that, there are still voices saying 'war is wrong' and 'innocents are dying'. But what were the 26 lives lost in Pahalgam? Were they out on a holiday? I get it — war isn’t the ideal solution, but neither is constant restraint. When a nation endures repeated attacks and finally strikes back, that’s not violence, it’s a matter of self-respect. Peace comes when both sides are willing to show humanity. But if one side has already abandoned its humanity, then the only response left is action. If you think retaliating against Pakistan in their own language is wrong, then maybe you’re not seeing the bigger picture.

I just can't stand people who live in India, enjoy everything it offers, and then turn around defending Pakistan. If you can't stand by your own country, then don't take its benefits. Go live where your heart lies. Support the country you're in, or go to the one you choose to support. Don't eat from one plate and spit in it.

[sugarwolfspidey]

Us in every universe..🤌🏻

[sugarwolfspidey]

somewhere between stardust and silence, a heart throbs in time with the universe...

something i wrote a while ago when my brain was full of stars n static.. sharing it now bc why ever not.

oh to be a tiny fly on your walls.. oh how i long.. to witness the phenomenon that is you.. to realize that nothing matters but still does because that is humanity's greatest flaw.. to understand the workings of the universe.. to be someone and everyone and yet no one at all.. to know so much and so little and yet nothing at all.. to realize that life itself is a paradox and yet somehow remain happy remain calm and love with all your heart and care for every little thing.. to realize that being human might not be the same as being humane- but still we go on.. to realize that to simply be is the greatest thing of all...

[sugarwolfspidey]

I Was Born Awake

This is not a poem. This is not a rant. This is a reckoning— A letter to whoever’s still listening. Read it not for rhythm, but for reality. We are not standing apart from the world. We are woven into its unraveling. And someone needs to say it plainly.

What do I do with this forsaken knowledge? No one else my age lies awake, staring at the ceiling, feeling the world crack beneath its skin.

Pahalgam bleeds. Treaties dangle on strings, jets tear through airspaces like warnings in Morse code. And no one flinches. Not enough.

I know— we're all tangled now. Global threads pulled tight by trade, by tech, by whispers turned headlines. If war begins��real war— it won’t wait politely at borders.

Yet here I stand, with nothing but a voice soft enough to drown, sharp enough to scar— if only someone listened.

Why me? Why this awareness clawing through my chest like a scream that never formed? This cursed seeing— it grants no power, just witness.

The world is blameless, it is the people who ruin her, in some fevered chase to be the loudest, the strongest, the last one standing on ashes.

And what am I, against these giants who rule with rot? A breath. A flicker. A footnote.

But still— I speak.

Not for glory. Not for hope. Not even for change.

But because silence is complicity, and I was born awake.