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You cry and you scream and you stomp your feet and you shout. You say, 'You know what? I'm giving up, I don't care.' And then you go to bed and you wake up and it's a brand new day, and you pick yourself back up again.
- Nicole Scherzinger
"I am not into relationship sort of thing", he said.
"It's better to say things as it is. Plain black or white. No grey areas", He added.
She laughed at herself as she remembered herself texting to her best friend just an hour ago that she actually liked the idea of meeting him as he felt like a fresh breath and was willing to spend sometime with him just to know what happiness feels like without the pressure of committing for an extra mile.
But as far as she loved his upfront words which relaxed her in someway, she couldn't sleep all night thinking why was she not the one saying the same before him.
More than a relationship, I think she liked the idea of being in a relationship.
There was a time before we were born,
Places stayed but people didn't,
Mountains stood but promises didn't,
Rivers still flow but emotions don't.
Night is getting longer,
And so is the distance between us,
I yearn for the time,
You will be back here,
At my door, with some fine wine
And that familiar fragrance of yours.
So I know you walked in my diary,
And read all the tantrums I had been through,
You know all my weaknesses and my fears,
But hey, did you ever turned that page
Which was a bit soaked as if water spilled over on it?
Did you read those lines which were a little blurred?
Did you manage to check the last page?
Of course not, Because to take the easy had always been you,
To walk out easily had always been you,
Mess me up and leave me on myself,
And come again when I am a bit sorted has always been you,
To draw me close and push me hastily has always been you,
The soaked pages and the bitter sweet last pages has always been you!
Letters to him #3
Whom do I owe this grief,
Which I am carrying in my heart?
With whom do I share my feels,
Which engulf me and make me hurt?
How do I sense the betrayal,
Which comes to me as a form of art?
Why does everything turns out to be a dart,
While I lie there for it to tear me apart.
Close* people these days:
"Hey, it's really nice that you came and stopped by. We had a good time together. Now do the hard work and move yourself away!
And sure, if my ignorance doesn't serve you well, I will truly help you in saying that *I don't have time for you*.
Because you see I have my own busy life in which I don't have *5 minutes* sorted for you."
If it wasn't true,
If it wasn't right,
If it wasn't pure,
It wasn't love.
If you had to think twice,
If you had to be wise,
If you had to describe,
You were not in love.
P.S: Drunken thoughts without drinks
It's true what they say about depression;
Everything around you makes you feel worse than ever;
You forget just some days back you used to be a happy go lucky human being;
You don't even remember what was the last time when you laughed your heart out;
Anything which has the capability to make you happy feels nothing less than a trap to you;
Even if the people around try to make you feel better, it just feels like they are feeling pity on you;
I may go on and on,
But I have to stop somewhere,
As the moment I am writing it down,
I and only I feel that it's me who can help myself cope up with these mysterious feelings trying to engulf me,
I can sense them, trying to break me down,
And I surely k...
Shortcuts, you may seek
Evilness, you may inherit
Bluff, you may go for
Pathbreakers , are yours
Roads created, are yours
Turbulences, are yours
Blessings, are yours
At the end, learning is yours!
They keep me in trouble,
The echoes from my past,
Some bright, some withered,
Some melancholy and some glittered,
That hot coffee and gossips in bed
Lively moments which never fade,
Deep dark woods was all I could see
None with light to help me flee,
Troubled and suffocated I looked for him,
Running in woods with bare skin,
A corner somewhere shined in Red
I drifted towards it, to find some shade,
Dressed up in suit with the beautiful bride,
He seemed like a dream which never came to life,
My bare foot and patchy dress
Wasn't that pretty to find a place,
I moved apart without wishing them the best,
To let mind keep my heart in solace.
Have you ever felt that addiction?
That addiction with people?
People Who are always around you?
It is weird and amusing at the same time, the way they Get tangled in your life and the moment you start untangling, you find your Fingers tangled too, somewhere between the knots, Somewhere happily somewhere Naturally!
Wings to fly?
Dreams to conquer?
Castles to rule?
Men to serve?
She didn't ask for any of them
She just asked for one life
That you live, he lives and
everyone else lives
She just asked for her dignity
Which her life is bound to serve
And that too
was snatched away
harshly, mercilessly, cruelly
She asked nothing but
A life she could live!
Every now and then
At every instance
I feel caged and burdened
Caged inside insecurities
Burdened with expectations
Why can't I break free?
Why can't I simply live?
Why not just wander?
Why are there goals and ambitions?
Why everyone wants to achieve?
Why this? Why that?
Can anyone explain that?
I won't ask for reason ,
But an answer will restore my faith.
कुछ सुलझी कुछ अनसुलझी पहेलियाँ,
कुछ सरल कुछ कठिन लम्हे,
कुछ बातें कुछ वादें,
चंद बारिश की बूंदे,
इसी पसोपेश में,
एक वक्त गुज़र गया ।
Will you do me a favor please?
Look around yourself! Not just a casual look, but I wanted you to look closely into the life of your friends, your close ones, your family and indeed you as well!
Everyone is full of words said and unsaid. The said ones were light yet they kept on departing but those words which were unsaid , they are there in everyone's mind ever since. With the weight that all those words carry and the fact that they never departed, how do you plan to smile? How will your close ones smile? Thinking about it? Well don't think,
Instead Share, Express and Listen!
Everyone forgets this basic need and forgets the importance of expressing because of the fear of getting judged. But...
A pause, between us,
A void, as you call it,
A moment, of disagreement,
A fight, over something unworthy
Were these really worthy of you walking away from
Those beautiful days together?
Those random plans we made?
Those beautiful moments we created?
Those pillow fights in bed?
I may not promise that
I will keep waiting for you to return
You have ruptured me to that extent
That I can't fight anymore
And that those moments
have created voids which
will never get filled
And will make me remember
Of all the pauses I am having in my life
But you my dear, is free to play well.
"Not this time, I am not ready yet"
She kept yelling at him, who robbed her harshly out of her clothes without caring for the rashes it was making on her gentle skin. She tried but couldn't escape and after an hour both lied tired.
The difference, She was shattered and in pain and he was very much content.
It had to be the night which her friends used to joke about. Yes it was her wedding night.
Have you ever seen them together?
They were like the first ray of sun and the dew drop..
You must have seen the spark that dew drop gets when the first rays of sun shine upon it after a cold chilled night.
Yes, she was the dew drop and him, he was that ray. Then the cold nights were gone and he couldn't find her. He shined more to find her, dried everything on his way and that's when summers unfolded.
As the night grew, Silence whispered
Her subconscious started
Revisiting those moments
Disturbed in her sleep,
A tear rolled down
the wet pillow
when she woke up
In the morning..
Take Over Tomorrow:
As every other day
I will wake up tomorrow
To a world which doesn't value life, laughs and love. I will wake up
in a world where someone's life is less important than religion he is stamped with. I will eat and throw away the remaining food knowing that there are several millions of people who can't get even a single meal. Tomorrow, I will try being nice to everyone around me and not complain of what's wrong because being straightforward has long been treated as a crime. Tomorrow, I will spend my another day again to judge my position in the never ending rat race of my career.
I am not sure if my tomorrow is *general* in sense or matches with someone's tomorrow. But one...
Life is a bitch,
they keep saying.
That they didn't
embrace their life
with hugs .... 💕
Lost in the deep and dark blues
Overly mesmerized with
She forgot that
All of this
Not the one which fades with age,
But the one which shines with time..
Not the one which soothes eyes,
But the one which captivates minds..
Not the one which attracts many
But the one which summons few...
Not the one defined by the skin,
But the one defined by actions...
Is what resembles the beauty
Of you, of me and everything around..
This is for you Drew,
Words- are less
To convey- is more
My feelings- beyond description
My wishes- with you forever
What possibly I can wish for the person who made it possible for the unheard voices that they get heard ....
The person who always makes sure that everyone feels comfortable around here...
But if I am allowed to wish..
I wish he is always happy and smiles with the same energy...
I wish his vision expands beyond imaginations ....
I wish he is always the Drew he is ...
Happy birthday Drew :)
More power to you :)