Posted in Begin again., Empowerment, Fight back, Happiness, Motivation

Begin Again.

We’re here.

It’s just us and nobody else.

Our mind is clear.

We’re out of the shells.

Below the sky, safe in the mountains covered by forests.

Smiling again, we don’t fear the darkest.

Look above, it’s blue.

The wind touches the eyes and we wish we flew.

Even the clock is trying to be serene.

Think, think, think.

Thinking won’t waste time.

Think, think, think.

How we smiled when we were fifteen.

There’ll be tick-tick.

There’ll be knock-knock.

But if we agree to listen to the beat when it still beats,

At least, we won’t need an anti-depressant block.

So long and we’ve been feeling low.

So long and we’ve been walking slow.

Wake up early today.

Look in the mirror, it’s a new day, let go and say hello.

We said sorry when we weren’t at fault.

We lost temper when we weren’t in control.

We gave scars of words and it can’t be healed.

We made relations that made us look like someone we’re not.

We lost someone who was important for life.

We lost the race more than twice.

We’re judged for looks, grades and likes.

We’ve been misunderstood by the tribes.

So long and we’ve been deprived of self-love.

So long and we’ve been relating to all of the above.

Restart today, life is only a game.

Pick up the weapons, smile at players and begin again.

Advertisements
Posted in Embracing the pain of separation

Leftovers

Hello readers, let’s go purple (you can google it’s significance.)

Ever went through heartbreak or have been insulted?

Fought low self esteem?

How easy it is for some people to break down your heart, to instigate you to deliberately hurt yourself.

Somewhere down that thin line it was always needed. Wonder you, your heart is scientifically the strongest organ that never rests, it remains alive even when you die. How can someone really break it?

You allowed.

Is it really worth it?

The tables have turned I ain’t making an effort ’cause I ain’t your leftover.

It’s interesting you came back but I was a kid and I’d say for one last time, one for you. Ain’t sure I loved you anyway. Continue reading “Leftovers”

Posted in Begin again.

Twenty Eight Days Of Love

Baby, I always wanted you by my side. You were always there wiping my tears.

When you found I was unhappy you called me and started singing those 90’s songs and made me laugh. Baby, you made me believe in fairytale.

We watched those new released English songs together and dedicated to each other. I was in seventh heaven when you proposed me singing ‘Let Me’, by Zayn Malik.

And you said it was for the rest of our life. Continue reading “Twenty Eight Days Of Love”

Posted in Something real

The Times We Had.

There was a time when Grandpa used to wake me up before the sounds of Church bells but now when I look back I keep crawling on my bed all day. Maybe because life is not so interesting and as I’m an adult there’s nobody responsible for my irresponsibility.
Gone are the days when we used to go on a long morning walk and talk about almost every eye-catching objects that crossed our way but now even five minutes with someone force me to talk about this stressful life and maturity. It was the time when I used to believe that singing Rain Rain Go Away will really stop the rain and Santa Claus does exist. The time when Mom used to award me five rupees for completing my homework and I used to by ten “not so tasty” candies only because the quantity was more. Continue reading “The Times We Had.”

Posted in Something real, Soothing struggles

Empty Days

Everybody for once or twice in their life, must’ve gone through those days when we do not want to share our pain because it feels like we’re mocking ourselves. We listen to motivational and inspirational speeches but it never really works. When we want to enjoy but we get overwhelmed.

When they come to us whenever they need our help and for the rest of the time we are left all alone. When we are understanding and our fellas behaves as if they need a chance to prove us wrong, to make us feel like it’s always our mistake.

When slowly and then gradually the pearls comes out of the thread.

When memories are stains.

When silence is a shield.

When tomorrow is a fear.

When beauty seems fake and ugliness attracts.

When we are the most negative person filled with questions.

when we want to live but we just can’t help it.

Continue reading “Empty Days”