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"What would you tell"
What would you tell your younger self,
When you find her crouching in a corner with fear,
When you see that she's devastated
And is having a breakdown,
And doesn't want to come out of that dark place she found.
What would you tell to comfort her,
To ensure her that dark places don't last forever,
That dark clouds don't last forever,
That misery doesn't last forever,
That maybe chocolate doesn't fix everything at all times,
But what is it that does.
What would you tell her to do,
To let her breathe again,
To let her smile again,
To let her have hope again,
To let her feel alive again.
Why don't you tell all that to yourself,
The next time you visit that dark ...
Every life has a purpose. Every purpose has a person who fulfils it. There's no hurry to discover it but keep making efforts towards that direction.
Cooperate with me, as I try to fix things
As I try to assemble all the pieces of this puzzle together but putting together the corners first,
Cooperate with me, by helping me identify the identical pieces which help to form a complete picture,
Don't just stand there,
Pick a piece,
Look at the picture that is created,
And replicate that with a piece in your hand,
Cooperate with me as I try,
To complete this picture story,
As I put in one last attempt,
To fix things.
Does love start to make less sense after years of togetherness or do we just forget why it all happened in the first place?
Pinky swear! All that was needed to keep secrets safe,
Now even thousands of locks and bolts cannot keep them hidden.
The f- word used to be a bad bad word,
But now, it flows as easily as a hii during a conversation.
Life meant all play and little work..Very little work
But now, it seems like we're the ones being played with.
I have a voice in my head which doesn't let me sleep. Sometimes it wakes me up at 4 a.m. and refuses to go back to sleep. Sometimes it makes me ponder if I'm really as good or as bad a person I think I am. Sometimes it doesn't let me watch any of my favorite series. Sometimes it refuses to do anything and just makes me stare at the ceiling. Sometimes it makes me cry myself to sleep. Sometimes it makes me think about my ex. Sometimes it tells me I'll be alone forever. Sometimes it makes me question all the choices I've made in my life. I have a voice, no it isn't schizophrenia. But I do have a voice which I think is taking over the best side of me.
SKYLARK CHALLENGE 153
Words to be used:
Talk to me about your views on life after death,
Talk to me about why you love dogs over cats.
Talk to me about how broke the flower vase as a child,
Talk to me about how you wished you were a lion in the wild.
Talk to me about how you could easily forgive the girl,
In grade 3 who stole your favourite cookie.
Talk to me about why you wished the sky was green.
Talk to me about the first book that you had ever read,
Talk to me about the first heartbreak you could never forget.
Talk to me about your earnest wish of slaying that red outfit on a date,
Talk to me about the...
SKYLARK CHALLENGE 152
Words to be used
I looked for you beyond the skies,
Beyond the stars,
Beyond the seas,
Beyond the tidelines and
Beyond the sun rays that hit my window
But I couldn't catch a glimpse of you.
Somedays it seemed you were wading,
Through the flooded streets of monsoon,
To reach me,
To grasp me,
And as I was about to hold your hand,
You disappeared without a word.
I tried to revive,
those washed away memories,
Those times by the shore,
Those times in the field,
Where we embraced and kissed,
Before you adorned your crest,
And left for the war.
I tried to muster all my courage,
To pen that letter and ...
SKYLARK CHALLENGE 152
Words to be used
The crest reached the tideline to wash away the sandcastles and sand sculptures.
However, the little feet no longer were seen wading in the water on the beaches, no hands built castles and nobody sun bathed.
As the splashes in the amusement park were the newer ways to spend summer vacations.
SKYLARK CHALLENGE 150
Words to be Used:
As a society, we have failed
To acknowledge failures,
To acknowledge bad virtues
To acknowledge ordinariness.
As a society we have conditioned,
Our kids into believing that average is bad,
Conditioned them to believe that first rank is the best,
Conditioned them to be comfortable with the rat race,
Conditioned them to be fierce in face of a loss.
As a society we have discouraged,
As a society we have stagnated ourselves and
our "timeless" beliefs.
As a society we propogated hypocrisy,
As a society we raised a bunch of hypocrites,
As a society,
SKYLARK CHALLENGE 148
Words to be used
Did you talk to your mom yesterday,
like you do every night?
Did you bring the yellow flowers like you did every Sunday?
Did you put the fairy lights away that used to illuminate your desk?
Do you look forward to going to the orphanage anymore?
Do you still find children adorable?
Have you found a way to keep away the pernicious creatures like cockroaches,
Out of your bathroom?
Do you still think suicide is for cowards?
Do you hear me talking to you from the kitchen sink?
Do you hear me call out your name when the fan whizzes?
Do you see my reflection ...
SKYLARK CHALLENGE 148
* EIGHT (8)
I lied to myself, everytime I said
I don't care, I don't feel anything
I lied to myself, everytime I said,
It doesn't matter to me,
What anybody thinks
I lied to myself everytime
I opened my closet and said,
The yellow umbrella didn't remind me of you.
I lied to myself everytime I said,
When the clock struck eight I didn't wait for you.
I lied to myself everytime I dressed our son up,
In brown tuxedo and purple caravat
His looks I wished didn't resemble you.
I lied to myself everytime I said,
Our dog didn't wait for you sitting at the doorstep every evening.
I lied to myself everytime I disp...
people fail to see beyond your smile, after a while it just becomes what you do rather than what you are.
the foundations of the structure called FAMILY are a little to vague and a little too brittle, they are shakey and ever ready to fall apart.
maybe it's all a farce, all the people staying together bound together in invisible thread of so called love, affection and trust. maybe it's all a farce that people stay together because they care. people sometimes stay together just for the heck of it.
nobody cares what you are, everybody just observes closely and so keenly, Eveready to point a flaw but never to appreciate. because it's about what you do and how you do.
do you care, about others ...
Why I ceased to write?
A year ago, this was the most beautiful place to be in. Writing was the most leisurely activity to do. I had found amazing people and had a great time sharing my work. Reviews, criticism and tips to learn, all of these were the best moments of the day. Then why did I cease to write? I don't know.
I am glad to be back to be a part of place like this that doesn't seem a lonely world but a place more like home.
You came in my life when I wasn't expecting you to come. I tried my best to keep distance from you. Because earlier love wasn't the most pleasant emotion for me. I had always been hurt and dejected. Always left alone, thinking "Whether I am too unrealistic towards life? Am I asking too much?". I never got an answer, I never got a person.
A friend told me, that my prince charming would come soon, the moment when I busy finding love in the most hopeless people and most hopeless places. I grew vulnerable and unusually upset by myself. I stopped thinking, I stopped writing, I stopped feeling emotions. Because someone had hurt me real bad, long time ago and I still wasn't able to get ...
Words Used :
Floating, Mountanious, Senses, Kissed
The thoughts in my mind,
Were no longer muddled.
They weren't anymore,
A menace to the heart.
I could clearly feel,
What I seeked from life.
And could in turn,
Pose the demand.
My ideas were no longer,
Floating in air.
My aspirations no longer,
Felt remotely unreal.
My struggles no longer,
Treked the mountanios ways.
My senses no longer,
Felt out of control.
It felt as if,
I had been enlightened,
By a heavenly soul.
It felt as if,
I had discovered,
My true self,
And write my own virtue.
I have the courage to write again,
I have the courage to live again.
I have the reason to believe,
I have the reason to smile.
I can now be peaceful again,
I can now again face the world.
I can be my ownself,
I cannot fear being judged.
I have a smile, which is now mine.
I have a passion, which moves me.
I again dream to live,
I again write to live.
I wish I could tell you what I felt
I wish I could speak my heart out
I wish I could just display my pain
I wish you would know.
I wish you could see through my heart,
And intercept what actually I meant to say.
I wish I wouldn't have to be afraid to let you know,
I wish I just wouldn't have to sugarcoat words.
I wish you understood that my love had a deeper meaning.
I wish you realised that this wasn't just friendship.
I wish you would give it another name.
I wish you would be mine someday.
Words Used :
Toxic, Opportunity, Curve, Blade.
A Lost Dream
I lost a dream as I woke up from my sleep. It wasn't a good night sleep but a beauty sleep which was deep. The clock struck 3 and the wooden cuckoo cooed, it cooed so loud that I woke up in haste. It felt toxic to sit on the bed and not remember it so I went out to breath in fresh air to catch up that lost dream.
I stepped out of the house and took the first curve ahead, it was a road under construction that resembled a dead end. An image flashed infront my eyes, same road and same time, a woman in the same dress as I. The image quickly vanished as I heard chirpi...
Stop ticking as per your whims and fancies, let me rejoice and live with happiness a little more.
Stop giving false hopes to world. Just be true and in your purest form. Strike soon, don't wait for time to be right.
I wish I could get them back but life is not fantasy. No grudges from you.
I loved the silence in the surroundings today, the way the birds chirped and the the dance of the leaves. The breeze brushed against my face and played a familiar symphony.
I cherished the lonliness the day offered me and yet I did not need a company. I found companionship in solitude and comfort in being my sole friend. I treated myself and become my own critique. I discovered love, for myself, over and above all.
I tasted freedom, I cherished life, I tasted the delicacies that nature offered me. I created my song, I created my own rhyme and I penned my own story.
Today, I relaxed and aimlessly thought, would I really write you as my best seller ? Could you really become a part of my endless fiction ?
The answer that my heart gave was a strong Yes. I would write about you as someone who was a constant source of encouragement, who guided me during the lowest times. I would write about this endless friendship and about this learning phase. I would write about you as someone who is pure with words and as someone who bestsellers I someday want on my bookshelf.
Disappointment ? This Cinderella did not feel that. She did not leave her shoe inorder to get the prince to marry her. She left her shoe because she was careless enough. Maybe she needed...
As she made up her mind to get over his rejection and planned a good night's sleep, the late night music foiled her plans.
Don't hurt somebody the same way that you hurt me. Don't make promises that you can't fulfil. I still miss your touch, your smile and voice but I am moving on.
We were miles apart, yet I felt we were always together. I still remember your first text that made me go red in the cheeks. I still have those memories where we used to talk endlessly.
Distance brought us close but did it make you realize what I feel ?
Just for a second, can you delve deeper into my words ? Can you please try to understand what I mean to said all this while ?
Can you for a minute forget that we aren't really far ?
Can you for a minute erase this line of distance ?
I have been living in false hopes and I will continue to live in so for long, if for a minute you stop being rational and accept my irrationality.
A highly misunderstood concept.
Feminism isn't about you picking my bags.It isn't about you tolerating my nonsense. It isn't about resting your arguments in front of mine. It isn't about just youspending money on dates.
It is about giving me respect. It is about not treating me as a sex object. It is about empowering me as person and not just because of gender roles.
Stop using 'feminism' if you can't pay your own bills. If you just can't pick your own bags. If you have to coerce him into appreciating that dress of yours. If you want to him to bitch about friend.
Learn to argue, learn to lose. Learn to be rejected as you reject him for his looks.
Do not ...
His alchemy of words, played a familiar tune.
His thoughts touched her, as she looked to the moon.
Yet he never cared to think about her.
His stillness, calmess and poise,
Gave her all the reasons to rejoice.
She caught herself, lipsyncing to his song.
His dreams seemed too far fetched and too long.
He was a pure spirit, she boasted to all
And she longed to be a part of his distant world.
Can I forget about the reality for a while and tell you what I feel ?
Can I believe that my words wouldn't prompt you to judge me?
Can I live with the premise that you feel the same for me as I feel for you ?
Can I just confess that I love you ?
Can you just for a moment feel my words?
Can you just for a moment be my poetry?
I know it isn't meant to happen but can I still dream ?
Can I write you in my thoughts and wield another piece ?
Can I call you mine and be yours forever?
Can you please not wake me up from this beautiful dream?
P.S. I wrote this for someone who doesn't have an idea that it might be for him. He might never read this. So can you people as my crit...