Pain

“She has known pain. Like most of you. Like some of you probably.
And one thing she learnt about it is never try to escape it.
Embrace it all. Let it consume you.
Let it hurt you. Let it drown you.
Only then you’ll try to breathe
Only then you’ll want to heal
Only then you’ll fight to live”

Paradoxes of Life โœจ

First of all, Happy Independence Day to all!โค๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ณ This ones my another attempt at poetry writing. I am not sure if it’s the wisest ones I wrote or if it fails to make any sense at all. Let me know (be kind) ๐Ÿ˜…

Oh, and happy reading ๐Ÿ™‚

Every beginning has an end
And every end has a new beginning
It’s known that darkness can lead us to light
And one truth defeats thousands of lies

Every life marches towards death
Yet death can create new life
Love wins over hate and ice can kill fire
Once you face it- only then can you overcome fear

World worships God because it has seen demons
How many people have been slaughtered to save our men and women?
Kingdoms were conquered for the sake of power and prosperity
But how can one be called powerful when he has lost humanity?

Great men have fought battles in the hope of bringing peace
Every beginning has to end, but with it a new chapter begins
So why shed tears when happiness awaits in the corner of every sorrow?
You seem to have too much sunshine in your yard, can I maybe borrow?

Remember I’ll see the Sun one day and you might be standing in the dark
Because you know right- today would be tomorrow’s past?”

Random Thoughts #2

Okay, so here are a few more random thoughts/poems! Hope you like it ๐Ÿ™‚

1. Borrowed times โœจ

“Here’s the thing- we live on borrowed time. Each breath gives us life,In return bringing us closer to death.

Funny thing is, we do not know how far or how close we are to the finish line,
as there are no rules or patterns.
Every track is different, every race is different.

We run parallelly on different time-tracks and on different rules
So who wins in the end?
Who loses after all?
What’s the fight for?
Guess we’ll never know”

2. It doesn’t matter ๐Ÿ˜Š

“It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter if you’re shy, if you’re bold, if you’re rich or poor, if you’re fair, if you’re dark, if you’re thin, if you’re fat, if you’re hot, if you’re not. It Doesn’t Matter. You tend to love someone and most of the times, that love is not reciprocated.

So don’t ever believe that one of the above characteristics are the reason that they don’t love you back. They don’t love you because they don’t. That’s it. It’s that simple.

Do not ever think low of yourself because someone else does not see the beauty that you are.”

Let me know your thoughts on mine ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜ Also suggestions are appreciated!! And stay safe everyone. ๐Ÿฅฐ

HOPE

You! You keep me going when everything seems pointless. You are the bridge between now and future, the path that leads to light, the compass that points to one’s very purpose of being.

You are the reason one can dare to breathe, sleep or dream in this chaos. Ever felt like you are falling into an endless pit? You scream and scream but no one hears you? And out of nowhere you find yourself looking at the rope. You grab it and hold it tight with all the energy you can muster. You, are that rope.

You are the gray area that lies between truth and lie, the string that separates life from death. You are a diya that keeps burning when it gets dark. You are the fresh air that fills up my lungs when I feel suffocated.

You are that soothing voice singing lullaby, putting me to sleep in the darkest of nights. You are the first ray of sun that has the potential to brighten up a gloomy day. You are the strength my heart needs to keep beating. You exist in my every prayer. You my dear, are all anyone is ever gonna need to keep going. ๐ŸŒŸ

P.S. So this is an exercise where you need to choose a topic and write about it without ever mentioning what it is that you are writing about (except in the title of course). It’s my first attempt. So any feedback is highly appreciated.๐Ÿ˜Š And, stay safe y’all.

My old companion.

We met about ten years ago. I was still a kid and so in love. In love with life, nature, art and love itself. I was so naive, I didn’t see you coming.

And here you are in all your glory. Or darkness should I say? You, made me believe I was not good enough. You told me I don’t belong. You punched me in the guts and made me cry. You whispered in my ears the tales of heartbreaks and failures. Tales of betrayal and loneliness.

Depression, it took me years to notice your presence. To point a finger at you and say you are not me. I am not you. You see, how cunningly you made your way into my mind, heart and my very soul? I failed to identify your intentions and accepted you with a warm hug. I stayed awake listening to all the thoughts and reasons you fed my brain.

You consumed all my energy and time making me weak, fragile. You thought you found a new home to create chaos. But you met me when I was a girl-sweet and nice. You were surrounded by your own ego that you failed to watch me grow. Yes, I’ve had my days. I stumbled and I fell, I’ve lost and I bled. But I never stopped fighting. One day I looked you in the eyes and told you who owns the house. I kicked you hard and told you I love myself.

I hear you knock at my door sometimes. I feel the desperation in your voice. The girl in me steps forward to open the door and give you a warm hug again. You see? Even with the damage you’ve caused, you were a companion to her. She shared all the insecurities and tears with you. She laid awake till 3 am listening to your crap. So today, I guard her. I hold her tight when you show up on our door. It breaks my heart to see my little self being so naive and pure.

Depression, my old companion I know you’ll try. You’ll try to get in and infiltrate my mind. Because I was so good to you. I know you liked it here. But the doors to my house are closed forever. I have put up a sign board that says ‘Positive vibes only!’. And we both know you are not it.

Going down the memory lane. โ™ฅ

And another year ends in about 10 days. It’s also an end to this decade. Wow!! Time really does fly. I can’t believe 10 years ago I was in school. I mean, that’s crazy, right?!

Fun fact: since I’m a 90’s baby- even though I’m in my 20s, I’ve lived 3 decades. The first one’s a blur honestly. I only remember my sister bossing around and fooling me to get her work done.

They say you might not remember the exact moment but you remember how a particular person or phase made you feel.

So considering I hardly spent three years in the 90’s, I remember our playtime, and my mother telling us stories about wolves and bunnies; the witches and the lion.

Okay, honestly maybe this happened in the early years of 2nd decade. Who knows? But let’s assume it was in the first. ๐Ÿ˜ฌ

Alright another fun fact, can you believe I spent my entire 2nd decade going to school ๐Ÿ™† And since most of you are probably my age, I believe you did the same too!!

Again, the first four years of this decade were AWESOME!! I loved everything about school!!

Even today if I close my eyes, I can almost see the flash backs running through my mind. Nothing specific as such: us in our red uniforms, chit chatting and laughing without a care in the world. I even remember my teachers.

It’s as if I can almost breathe that air – I don’t know how to explain it but it’s as if a part of me is still wandering there. Or maybe I still carry a part of it with me.โ™ฅ

Oh, the second half of that decade was also beautiful. Kind of. I guess. Whatever. You know what I mean right? It was the beginning of my teenage.

I was uncomfortable in my own skin, was curious to “explore the new world”, wanted to bring a change and bla bla bla. So basically I was a normal teenager, which of course meant I considered myself unique.

Oh, along with all these things the second half of the second decade gifted me with one more thing. A person actually- My best friend!! And I am so glad and thankful for that. Technically, she isn’t my first best friend. But ten years and many many many more to go… so this one’s special โ™ฅ

Okay moving on, finally the third decade! Hmm, what a roller coaster of a ride this decade has been. So many lessons learnt, so many concepts (un) lerant. I’m not sure if I’ll cherish many moments of this decade but one thing is for sure- dear (?) third decade, I bow down to you.

The way you introduced me to life and wrote the most wicked pages of this book, I owe you big time. I mean from the beginning, be it secondary school or college or job!! Wow I really grew up in this third decade. And while it seemed impossible to even survive at some point, I did it!!

So yeah, I know this one’s a pretty big one, but believe me I tried to keep it as short as possible. This blog is not to preach about something or inform you folks about the way of living. It’s just another sweet reminder to whoever is reading. You guys made it. We all did!! And cheers to that.๐Ÿฅ‚

P.S. It’s also a beginning of my fourth decade (probably yours too, unless you are a product of 80’s). And I’m pretty sure it’s going to be another crazy ride! Who knows, by the end of it, most of us will be married, having families of our own (Whew!!)

I hope we’ll achieve all that we ever wanted along the way. So, fasten your seat belts ladies and gentlemen, and take a deep breath for this one. Happy journey baby! ๐Ÿ˜‰

Nobody knows! ๐Ÿคทโ€โ™€

“I don’t know what to do!!”

“As in? ” asked my friend.

“In general, about my life. I have no clue what to do.” I said.

“Don’t worry.” He laughed. “Nobody knows!” ๐Ÿ™‚

And that’s so true. Nobody has a freaking idea of what they are doing or what they are supposed to do. Isn’t it?

I mean, how many times do we have a mental break down or a (not-so) mid- life crisis about what the heck is going around us and in our lives! We think we have a direction or a goal. We try going for it and then realize that maybe, just maybe.. we are totally wrong in our analysis.

We start panicking and self doubting our decisions and the paths that we took. We start comparing ourselves with those around us. Self doubt either leads to regret or self-pity.

But hey! Does it help us in figuring out what do we actually need to do in order to sort this mess called life? The answer is a big NO. Then why go in a loop of pure torture and self loathing?

Here’s a small fact that might help you relax a little- nobody has a damn clue about what on earth are they doing with their personal,professional, mental or spiritual lives.

Then how do we figure it all out? The point is you don’t have to. Just do what you got to do for the day. Do it every freaking day. And it’ll all make sense eventually. Everything will fall in place.

It’s like solving the jigsaw puzzle. Let’s not always focus on the bigger picture. Let us pay attention to the small pieces and on how they fit with each other.

So the next time you find yourself being totally clueless about your life, just remember nobody around you has a clue either. My friend was right about it after all. Nobody knows! ๐Ÿคทโ€โ™€

Pity the living…โœจ

Yes, I’m a Potterhead and this is one of the few quotes that stayed with me ‘after all these years’. (if you get the reference๐Ÿ˜‰)

“Do not pity the dead Harry.” said Dumbledore, “Pity the living, and above all, those who live without love.”

And isn’t it a brilliant advise? Naturally, we tend to pity the ones who aren’t with us anymore. The ones who died young or the ones who were not supposed to die but unfortunately did.

Well, death is normal. It is the eternal truth. Everyone will die. Period. I’m sorry for being blunt but I’m trying to make a point here. Yes, everyone will die. But what matters is- how we live and help others live, before taking that last breath.

So yes, pity the ones who are living. Ones who suffer. The ones who fight every single day to just survive. And most importantly, as Dumbledore said- the ones who are unloved. The ones who are ignored or belittled by others.

And if possible, try to make their life a little better. You don’t have to climb mountains or cross a river to make them happy. A simple act of kindness, a sweet text, a genuine compliment or a hello would suffice.

We so often take those who are breathing and very much alive for granted. Show them that they can be loved. That they are not unworthy or unwanted. That they are not different from you or me.

And remember, Sirius Black once said- “If you want to know what a man’s like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.” ๐Ÿ˜Š

Suggestions please!!

Hey everyone!!

As you know, I am pretty inactive on my website these days (months actually๐Ÿ˜›)… And one of the main reasons is that I basically ran out of ideas.

It’s difficult to balance work and personal life and there’s hardly any free time to focus on this.

Actually there is, but I end up spending (wasting) my precious time(๐Ÿ˜‚) sleeping, sketching and binge watching Netflix.

So please do me a favour and suggest some ideas. Believe me, that’s one of the most difficult task for a writer- to decide what to write about.

And it can just be a single word, phrase or anything that matters to you. Or anything that doesn’t matter at all- just random words (which is what this page is all about๐Ÿ˜…)

This would be fun cuz I can test my writing skills. Maybe till now I wrote only about things within my comfort zone- things that I had opinions on. So your views and thoughts are very much appreciated..โค

I’ll be waiting for your comments. Please spare two minutes of your time and type it in…xoxo

You Suck! (And that’s okay)

Okay, it’s been ages since I last published anything. So here I am, on a Saturday morning at 6 am struggling to write something that would matter to someone- any one of you.

So here’s the thing about me. I give up too easily. I quit swimming classes in less than four days, gave up on the story half way that I was planning to publish, stopped posting blogs just when everyone started appreciating it and I’m pretty inactive on my Instagram page where I had decided to post quotes.

Yes, there it is! I am making a list of things I failed at, on a social platform.

But that’s fine. I’ve spent way too many years playing the nice girl. I always wanted to cover my flaws and showcase my good qualities to the world. I wanted to be this sweet friend who would always support you or encourage you, who would never say ‘NO’ if you need any help and who would be available for you 24/7.

Then one fine day I realized that I can’t be myself by showing only one side of my character. It’s both- the good and the bad that makes me who I am and if people are willing to stay in my life they ought to know the whole me.

So let’s see what I suck at.๐Ÿ˜ฌ Umm..okay I am pretty low at self esteem. Also I give up too easily. Did I say that before? I guess.

Now, you might think what’s wrong with this person? She shifted 360 degrees from writing blogs about “Love Yourself” and “Let us all be” to writing about her not so positive attitude.

Or some of you would stop reading and say “Why should I read this bullshit, I am not interested to know” And that’s okay!

The reason to write this is because I realized that I wrote mostly about the positive stuff till now, even when I didn’t feel that positive while writing it.

But guess what? Everyone is dealing with some shit in their lives.

So we feel the need to be positive all the time. To see the best in us. To love ourselves no matter what!

But it is extremely important to know what you lack or where you go wrong.It does not mean, you love yourself a little less by criticizing yourself. It just means you are ready to accept your true self and deal with your inner demons.

So instead of saying “I am beautiful” (yes you are) or “I deserve the world” (yes you do) a hundred times to yourself, you can really think and see what can you be better at.

As nobody is perfect here, we all have scope of improvement. Also, there’s no harm in admitting you suck at something. Because guess what, so do I and so does every other being alive (or dead).๐Ÿ˜Š

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