~My Unconventional Family~

Conversations in this household on any given night include and are certainly not limited to; murder by glucose injection, guests staying the night followed by howling and barking noises coming from the room they're staying in... Oh my! 👀

Far far away
There's a different night and day
And I wonder
If we would feel different there
If they wouldn't mean as much to us
If they couldn't hurt us
If they didn't hold that power.
I wonder if it would hurt less.

For the blue eyed girl I haven't met yet,

I was at the art supplies store this evening shopping for paints. After struggling and failing to find the particular colour I was looking for, I decided to walk up to the store staff and ask them where can I find the same. The staff, a young girl in her mid twenties, asked for a few more details about the shade I was looking for. This is the part I struggle the most at. I'm unable to recognize colours by their names as some of my counterparts can do so well.

So, I gave her this cheesy description-  
'it's like the colour you see at the beach where it meets the ocean. Imagine I put a handful of sand in the clear blue ocean.'

'I don't quite get it...

There's nothing special to talk about how's my day been, i can tell you this that i spent the whole day talking to my long lost school friend which was quite exciting.

It's been great remembering all the stuff we used to do it's like a bond we shared that there was no gap of communication between our conversation if u know what I'm trying to say.

So readers take this in and believe that anything wonderful can happen anytime.

-SD

Forbidden love - Part Two

I stand in front of the mirror, while fixing my hidjab, my mind gets filled by thoughts about his little features. I think about the way we jokingly call each other darling and honey and smile.
I take a deep breath and put my hand on my heart. I feel such an intensity that I have to focus on my breathing. I speak out loud and say to myself;

"You can not let this happen. You may not feel this way"

A few moments later I see him standing with all the others and again I feel that intensity I felt earlier. I try to ignore it  and walk towards my classmates
Usually I can focus on myself and the others but lately I can't seem to think about anything else but him
His blu...

There's nothing more frightening than lying to someone who has the brains of a detective. I don't wish to lie but I had to. I've gone fed up of trying to convincing my uncle about switching my job. Nothing worked. I don't even like to get into arguments with him because his health is deteriorating. I didn't go college today. I never wanted him to know that I stayed home.

( At uncle's place during lunch break)

Him: How's that you came home for lunch five minutes early today?

Me: Hmm.. I left early. That's why. I mean I completed my work early.

Him: Okay.

(After lunch)

Him: Why are you quiet today?

Me: Quiet? Who?

Him: You.

Me: No. I was actually thinking something.

Him: Oka...

Magnetic feeling!

It happens to meet people, where you know immediately, if a good friendship can be possible or not.

While still being two strangers, you can feel the uniqueness of that person. You can feel that he/she has something indescribable that needs to be discovered yet.

It can happen... and when it does, never take that friendship for granted. You surely will find someone else, you surely will feel another uniqueness and you surely might have a wonderful friendship, but mind yourself that with every person you will meet in life, it always will be different.

That’s the uniqueness of every individual soul in this world.

THE SQUARE SHAPED SUN

I softly pushed the door. It made its usual felicitous creak as it swung open against the air. I lingered a moment before the door frame, settling on sudden thought of entering the room. After bit of a struggle with the thoughts, I entered. The silence in the room was more than I ever thought possible. My eyes moved across it. Everything was exactly on its place seeking the only human existence in their world of solitude. A study table, an old painting of a man sitting under a tree beneath overcasted weather, below the painting was a bed with soft mattress, on its left was the night stand with a book over it. Everything was still and cold. All I could hear was constant ...

We walked  2 steps together,
but you chose a different path...
Leaving me all alone

I know, I can never be your love,
nor can I be your friend,
If you ever need a companion,
Let me be the one to accompany you...
I will walk with you wherever your path leads....

Let me be a part of your journey,
Let me walk beside you always
I will comfort you at every step

Somewhere along the way, at a turn in your life,  
you will need someone.....
someone to comfort you.....
someone to talk to......
I will be right there next to you....

I will always be close to you wherever you are,
Look around, you will find me smiling at you.

The Dead Among the Living

Behind the casket door,
A deep red mahogany gloss shine,
Embellished with silver details,
Lies the body of one,
Eyes,
Ears,
Mouth,
Heart,
All closed to the world.
But yet she breathes,
Slow and concentrated breaths,
To show there is still life,
Inside the cold, broken and dead host cell,
That is the girls’ body.
A body that was torn apart,
Beaten and bruised,
By those around her,
And put on display,
To show the artwork of others.
Her story,
A dance told in segments.
Segments of body parts,
Intermissions of searches for air,
For reason,
For hope.
A dance of the dead,
Staged among the living.
A look at the delicate body,
Laying lifele...

You may be different
in your behaviour,
in your thinking,
in your approach.
But at the end of the
day, you'll still be
a common human being.

© Sweedle

And I decided
Participating again,
One year passed the late evening
Running against the odd
Loosen whatever
Still can fill differently
Abusive thoughts need to balance on
It's the last beep
The hope of finding the light
Standing on the edge of the darker side
Don't let go
Keep chasing up
As it's a 'different' call
A 'different' start
Nail it differently, 'different !"

Piya _____

Same.

Why would I want to be the same? A copy, like all that surrounds me. Falling into the fold. Looking, talking, acting like one of the flock.

Why choose that?

To be unique. To be myself. To question, to wonder, to let my curiosity take flight. I enjoy getting lost in fog, set adrift on an adventure, or finding my own path through the woods.

Life is not the same.

Living it should not be.

Stay different; stay you!

Different kind of pain,

Some days
It still bruises me
Some days it even
makes it impossible to breath

I will endure this pain
As long as I can see you smile
Touch your arm
Hug you tight
And love you quietly

I will endure this pain
As long as you will secretly be mine

I will endure this pain
As long as the reality hurts
But my dreams stay the same

I will endure this pain
If that's what it takes
To see you happy
Even if thats with her

-PJ

All the while I kept asking myself why am I so different
When everyone can talk a lot in groups
When everyone can bitch about people
When everyone can have a sense of keeping people to them

I kept asking myself why am I so different
When everyone has a love story that lasts
When everyone have bad in them yet good happens with them
When everyone had bad past but have better present

I kept asking myself why am I so different
When everyone had enough money to get what they want
When everyone got whatever they wanted
When everyone got jobs that I would love to have

I kept asking myself why am I so different
I realised that I go deep to talk about people, they don't
I realised that I don't...

Hello world,

Just got this thought stuck in my head after a conversation I had with one of my friends.

The thought is that we are all equally annoying by default. It depends on the person you're talking to  and the situation you're in to form a judgement. So, if that's one rejects you then be aware that there's someone who will value you and respect you.

Don't belittle yourself and March on!

I feel like I don’t know myself. I’m unfamiliar. My body is the same yet my mind has changed. I’m different. Not a bad different. Simply changed.

I feel like a stranger. Unknown. I feel like I need to relearn my own world. My life. My place. All is different yet it’s not.

Where did I go?

What did I do?

Nothing.

Not one single, solitary thing. Life has happened. More the circle of it.

Growth. Perspective. Death.

I’m not the same nor do I think I would ever choose to be. This me, hurt and broken but aware and happy.

It is a good thing, no longer a stranger.

(People call me a mad bitch because I take instant decisions and I don't care because I know what I'm doing)

Uncle: Looks like you love writing letters to people. You didn't even keep me informed about the decision you took. I'm disappointed in you.

Me: Hmm I act on my impulse. I felt I should do it. I typed that letter at 3 in the morning.

Uncle: People crave for power. You stepped down happily. Something is wrong with you. I need to take you to a psychiatrist.

Me: Exactly. People crave for power and when you don't give them power, they don't let others be happy. That's why I took this decision. I gave power to the one who has been craving for it.

Uncle: She'll mess up everything. Stude...