|UBC Psychology. Writer, Poet and Blogger. http://ishakhaneja.wordpress.com|
Time. It's a powerful and a really beautiful thing. One day you have everything, the other you lose it all. And as cliché as it sounds, it is something that follows us throughout our lives! Time after time, people have disappointed me. But so have I... disappointed them and myself. I don't know why I am like this anymore, feel this way, or just if I want to be this way, but I am not sure what else I can do?! I mean it seems like whatever this is, it's a part of who I am, and nothing that I do, can change it. People lie, so do I. People are hurting, so am I. It's not a cry for help or attention, it is just a way to find someone who will stick around anyway. Despite the imperfections - their's...
Friendships don't make sense anymore. One day you are best friends, the other merely acquaintances. You don't know if making the effort is worth it or not. The drama, the fights, the egos- seem larger than the world. No end to them. No way to sort things out. So what should one do? Keep making the effort or drop it and walk away?
I saw an empty wine bottle last night... then i looked over in my bag and found a writing pad. It hit me then, how much i crave someone telling me something nice at the most random times. So i wrote a letter hoping that on a gloomy day, a person who needs a little hope finds it. And smiles. #AMessageInABottle
Love is magical... I know it sounds cliché but it's true. One day you are sad and there's absolutely no hope for you to get through the day. But the next day you see this person, get to know them, get to know love, get to feel and then there's hope for you in your heart forever.
I don't know how we do it. How we put fake smiles on our faces and go about every day like nothing is wrong. I don't understand how we are unable to say that "I am lonely and i need to talk", as if it's an embarrassment. I don't know when the world, the people around us became so petty that we would rather be lonely and sad on the inside than talk about it with them.
Give people love, care and hope.
They will become human again.
I looked at the sky as the freezing grass tickled the back of my neck. It would never have been enough, the sight of the eternal sheet of clouds that wrapped against all of us. I stared at it for a while and thought to myself. What it was like, to fall asleep under the blanket of stars and not being scared.
Like the moon guarded me. Like the sun came out to show me my way. Was I lost? Another hour passed, and I was still there. On that green bed. Would you ever give up satin, and fur, to spend the rest of your life with the grass and the sky and the roses?
It was after ages, that I felt at home. Like I had found a new hobby. Like living my life and making each second worth it was my new fasci...
I’m confused. I really don’t know if I’m more depressed or more miserable. Are these two any different? I wonder whether I can ever be absolutely happy. Or at least as happy as people around me are. What is so different about them? Or their experiences? Are my problems actually that big? Will this pain ever go away? Or, like the old saying goes, “Time heals everything”. Does it? Really? Things change with time. But that doesn’t mean they get better. It’s a sure thing that with time your priorities change, your point of view changes, but the issue is still unresolved. And as long as the roots are tangled up in your head, I wouldn’t think that you’ve moved on exactly. I would rather say that I...
I guess I was wrong after all...
One never really is alone,
There's always someone out there,
Looking out for you
Been Alive For Nearly Two Decades,
But Never Felt So Dead.
Been Surrounded By A Thousand People,
Yet Never Felt So Alone.
You still dream about the people lost in your memory, fabricated by your nostalgia and romanticized by your broken heart.
And there she stood alone,
with a piece of paper in her hand-
Not Angry But Hurt.
And in that one moment of weakness,
it all came rushing back to her mind.
The betrayal had taken over the memories, faster than she realized.
Amidst all the confusion and madness,
I learned something new.
No matter how many people you know,
People rarely care enough to know you!
Boundaries don't keep other people out...
They fence you in!