|Someone you can’t control. Someone you can’t become. Whenever she walks past you You will always wonder... “Who is she?”|
I’ll be the roof.
I’ll be the foundation.
I’ll be the pillars.
I’ll be the walls.
I’ll be the bricks.
Just be my cement...
And hold me together.
If life gives me lemons....
I’m gonna keep them stored somewhere to use in my chats and choley bhatoore!;)
When the brightest diya starts our day,
Warmth and brightness flowing in,
Exchange of smiles and laughter has begun.
Sweets and gifts for the kids, with a lustre.
Old memories dug out again!
Each one crispier than a packet of lays!
Kids running around and playing chase.
Letting our air breathe for once.
This year we will be beat by dance and humn.
Let’s not be selfish and spread our love!
Even for the air out in the open.
Let the air purifiers take a rest.
Because with this Diwali we hope to bid farewell!
To all the crackers that spoil the air!
Have a safe, happy, joyous and cracker free Diwali!
Dear Kaira Klay,
I remember my history teacher saying donkeys are everywhere and they are unisex
I remember him saying “our nationality, caste, gender, religion,race etc., many things such that we never choose in our life but we fight for them for the rest of our life”
When British people prohibited sati custom we(many of our ancestors) thought they are trying to wipe our traditions and it’s one the major reason considered as religious reason for 1857 revolt.
People drink and smoke and say why should boys have all the fun and we are never less to anyone but remember a woman almost took 9 months love and care to create those lungs and liver
Whatnot she almost died giving birth to us and then w...
So much to do but
So little time...
To say your thank your and your goodbyes...
To take revenge and apologise ...
To those who have hurt you with their lies...
I wasn't a saint I wouldn't lie..
But I wouldn't drown in my own pride....
So many ideas in the head.
So much to say.
So much to tell.
Too much to introspect.
But so little to change...
P.S: dont pass up any opportunity to spread kindness, happiness or to return favours!
Like if someone is rude to me, I become rude to them once and say that i just returned the favour!
when i promised to love myself everyday,
i forgot how much it hurt.
i knew i was special
i knew seeds germinated to create flowers
but the special seeds in me refused to grow.
they stuck to the past pain and betrayals,
that the water couldnt wash.
yet promised another day of love.
Another day of feeling wanted
Another day of feeling that i belonged
Somewhere but here.
My childish fanatsy of being accepted,
Slapped my face everyday
even when the world
Refused to play the game.
I think its also sick of my play.
My act that i wear everyday.
Like makeup on my face.
Irsiridescent light screeched at me everyday.
Telling me to wake up anyway.
Because i have a chance today,
That might not h...
Why do you make me believe in those sick clichés and have hope for future?
Say the word and I’ll go away.
Say the word and I’ll come back.
Am i a puppet or a person?