a little romance with life

This is based on a dream I had last night. Hope you like it :) In the middle of the market, at the center of the crowd I stood there crying my little heart out It hurt alright, it hurt too bad, A pain suffered too long, a memory too sad People walked, immune to the pain Nobody turned to even look again Nobody tried to figure why I stood there alone Was it too much, to want some love? I cried as I walked, the tears dripping down my face A sudden outburst to cold bitter days And out on that street, at the center of another crowd A different soul crying, screaming so loud Again the people passed, somehow too deaf and too blind As I stood there wondering, why that soul had cried My eyes saw those tears, those eyes saw mine And somehow we knew, everything would be fine For as people went, content in being alone Some people make you realize, you aren't alone And though the pain grew no less, a realization came That on the...

There is a reason why stares turn cold and eyes aflame lose their fire I believe this to be sad because it is no longer warm and there is light no more. Fire dies when it has no reason to burn, It dies when the wind is too strong. Rains, thunder, or no oil, The fire turns to ashes and mixes with the soil. My fire died too, because I knew how much you loved the dark and how you liked being cold inside and out.

1. When I have to study, EVERYTHING seems to be more interesting. Like writing this.  2. When I was a kid, I didn't like myself a lot; and it turned out that people weren't that fond of me either. Now that I've grown, I'm in love with myself, and as it turns out, the rest doesn't matter. 3. My favoritest memories of home include playing Chudo with mom, a game we invented in which we play Ludo as if it were Chess. 'Cause Ludo seems to be too childish a game to play, according to mom. 4. Writing letters! I remember, I have written long, like really really long letters for people. And I've spent hours making cards too. And then, I outgrew these much cherished habits. This is something I realized when I wrote a letter for my friend which had 10 pointers and all were related to the fact that she should start writing a diary since that was what I had gifted her. I was almost killed that day. 5. My happiest moment was entering LSR. I had dreamt of ...

You know what my problem is? I’m not looking to be saved. I’m not waiting for you to save me Or get me out of a mess No, it’s not like I don’t get scared Neither are there are no things that make me fall apart But deep inside, I realize, I’m a fighter I will fight the things that make me cry Till I can smile again And I will fight the things I fear Till I fear them no more That is what my problem is Or more precisely, the problem you have with me Cause I just don’t need you to bring a smile on my face I’m happy by myself And I can love you with all my heart But if you don’t love me I won’t crush and crumble to the ground Or listen to melancholic words all day My life isn’t a carnival of sadness and misery I’m just not looking for you to be saved Cause deep down inside I’m a fighter you see I fight the things that threaten to break me And I’m strong and weak and hard and soft But I just ain’t the giving up sort So push and pull an...

Jumbled words in my head never fall into place And these steps I keep on taking, often keep changing pace Such hurried thoughts in my mind and with despair in my heart I walked out of my home, hoping for a brighter start And out there on the street, a little boy Innocent eyes, innocent smile, could not have been more than ten Working on a school project, walked with a paper and pen And on his back a little bag, full of chocolates I believe As he came hopping down the street Offering one to me I smiled and thanked and smiled some more The sweetest thing in so long I asked him if I could join him in the task And maybe tag along? So off we went onto the street Giving chocolates to the world Little sweets, little joys, to every boy and girl And what I learnt that day my friends, is a little hard to put down As I was forced to take a closer look at this crazy world around When my new friend offered sweets to people on that oh-so-busy street ...

I can see flowers, and sands, and time float away And so much magic in us holding hands I can see smiles, laughs, and giggles, and tickles, And music from our favorite bands I can feel the dance, our steps moving back and forth So perfect in their simplicity, So easy, so free It’s like it’s almost meant to be

I have a list  of crazy things I want to do And on the top of my list is this- sit back, and just stare at you When I'm done doing that, for as long as I please I wish to wear similar shirts, and walk around with ease Hand in hand two stupid clowns Who look so quite the same Hand in hand two simple minds that somehow turned insane..  :)

pieces of paper lie all around me thoughts written on a paper that I later tore apart letters penned down for you but never delivered just like the broken pieces of my heart

The ship is drowning Some people say they want to save me But I just want them to know I'll be way happier at the bottom of the sea The land has robbed me of my freedom I'm dead inside, can't you see? Who says drowning will bind me forever Sometimes what kills you, actually sets you free So I'll jump into the vast expanse Touch where the sky the meets the sea And hope that deep deep down in the waters I'll finally find the place where I'm happy

Writing is scary. Everytime I sit down to write, it freaks me out. THEY freak me out, the things I wanna talk about.  Some too personal. Too close. Some too sad. Others too preachy. or some are just so manically happy. It is hard to decide what lie to choose. It is scary cause my mind is convinced that someone will look through the words and see what's been hiding all along. No one needs to know. My fears, my tears, my truths, my stories; they are just mine and mine alone.

Tracing the outline of his face from a photograph, she couldn't decide what she felt. Did his memories make her happy? Or sad? Did she hate him for leaving her like that, or did she hate herself for letting him leave? She stared once again at that face, the one she'd seen every single day since the past thirty years of her life, and it scared her that she still had no idea what she felt for him. No freaking idea. None at all. And we see people leave all the time. Some leave unwillingly, through illness or death; some leave because the burden gets too hard to bear. Some leave and take all joys with them, some because they've cried too long. It's hard to stop them, you know. Harder still when things keep mounting over time and the debt just gets more and more impossible to pay. She still didn't know what she wanted. Did she want him back, or was he gone for good? Or maybe she was just wishing she could start all over again? Have a new beginning, make a different ...

To Future Me, You got through it all na? The joys, the sorrows; the sweet and the sour? I KNEW you could do it! I know you must be rocking the world! I'm sure you are! I look at you, and I know I can't wait to be there, right where you are. I know it's gonna take years of MY hardwork to create YOU, but it's gonna be worth it. I look at you, and I know you're making a change. Changing lives for the better, and nothing makes me feel more proud! You finally have your 'magic beans' too! Yayee! And the book you published, the dream you've had seen forever, you made it come true! And when I see you, I don't just see a career-driven, change-driven, independent strong person; I see so much more. I see you travelling the world, learning things, reading books, watching movies, going to clubs, AND I see you going on ROAD TRIPS! Just the way you always wanted to! Seriously, I can't wait to get there. And yes, you did find him didn't you? Somewhere, som...

This is the kind of anger that got to her. By nature she is no angry person but this boils up in her throat making her want to cry and kill at the same time. Simple things! Like he not being there for her when she was scared of a bee. Big things she could handle alone, but could he not wake up for 5 minutes so that she could sleep peacefully? Or telling her how imperfect she is ALL THE TIME. Yes. He did that a lot and no matter how hard she tried, he would never be pleased. Or say commenting on her clothes, her earrings, her laugh, her way of talking..why? why? WHY? And everything she ever wanted to do was encouraged, yes, but never before a brief session of pulling her and her self esteem down. Or blaming her for things she didn't do or hearing words she said in a tone so different that he thought she was rude. This was the kind of stuff that got to her. Things that made her feel the way a flying bird would feel if gravity pulled it a little harder. The kind that tells her ...

Dear Diary, So today I was out for a surprise party my cousins had thrown for their parent's 25th anniversary and it was fun! The surprise included a slide show of all the years that had passed by. As the pictures flashed on the screen my mind sort of wondered off to what they would have thought their life would be like when those pictures were taken. You know what I mean? Its like you're sitting some place wondering what your life would be like in the next 25- 30 years and then the time passes by so quickly that you realize that you are suddenly living that day! And me? Well, I stood there adoring the beautiful party wondering what my life would be like in the next 25 years. Would I have everything I ever dreamed of? Would I be just as happy as I am today? Or more? Who would be the most important people in my life then? What would have happened to those people whom I love today? And no replies came. Only the thought that 25 years later, one fine day when I scroll th...

Mindblowing May! Day Two :) My inspiration :) My experiences, my thoughts, all along had taught me   Lock away your heart if you want to be happy "It'll cause you hurt and pain and so much more You don't want that to happen? You've experienced that before!" I laughed at my thoughts, such an innocent advice they gave   But to have an open heart one needs to brave It is my heart that allows me to see things as they are A beautiful thing like my heart needn't be kept in a jar..

Okay. So  Mindblowing May is finally here! Check it out! :) Hosted by Ruhani Chopra, I'm sure its gonna be as amazing as expected! :) This is my inspiration for today's post- You said you loved me, I said I didn't love you back No no, not that way atleast And for months I tried to explain You've got no work, and your words are hardly ever polite I tried to show I cared, but just not the way you wanted me to Months passed by and you still wouldn't give up No no, no matter how wrong you were It hurt your manhood to hear a no How were you to ever let go? Days later as I walked down the streets Still wrapped with the guilt of the hurt I must have caused I saw you coming toward me, I smiled to try and sought it out That's when it hit me, the fire you threw Burning my face, killing my sight It is because of your ego, your frail sick ego That today I walk in masks to hide my face That not a single soul looks at me, That each one person stares past me ...

Bards, poets, lyricists and more, Me, my friends, my lovers or so For centuries, and decades have said so much Of a love we have rarely felt or touched For years they spoke of the inseperable bond From letters to emails to messages and all The connection that two people seem to have shared How one person loved when no one else cared Villians, jealous friends, society refused Yet they fought for a love that mattered the most Millions of stories, and tales to tell A bond to value, an anecdote to sell We all seem convinced it'll come some time "If not now, then maybe when I'm twenty nine" But what would you do, if no one came your way? Are you making the best of your day? So have some goals for yourself alone Aims, ambitions, places to go A list of things to do before you die things to learn before you say goodbye And though it may seem lovers matter a lot If you have someone, they surely deserve the love you've got But let your partner not...

Strange topic right? Well, not as strange as the events that led to this.  My life has been pretty monotonous lately. The only relationship I seem to be nurturing these days is the one with my books and practical file and lets get this straight, I'm in a girls college and with an almost negligible amount of guy friends from either school or neighborhood -- its been one heck of a ride with no boyfriends, no crushes, and not even having the privilege of seeing cute guys for days in a row. (Well, its not as bad as it sounds though! :P ) And so Aakriti Pasricha sits on her bed staring at IPAT ASQ wondering why celebrities get to travel all over the world while she's stuck up at home with nothing to do except study. That's when it happens..one link on facebook transports her to some random guy’s profile and the next thing you know she's reading ALL his articles or blogs or whatever. Great!  And ...

Life Never Felt The Way It Did Today She stared at the beautiful calm night She stared as the stars looked down at her and smiled And life never felt like a breeze of fresh air Life never felt the way it did today Caught in the tangles of faithlessness, she never thought she had it in her No, she never believed she could change She never realized she was the change Caught in the the web of self loathing, she hated the way she looked she hated how she smiled, how she talked and what she said Life was hard then, when she hated every bit of who she was Caught in self-pity, she felt sad for her poor self The world had treated her so bad- the days bled, the nights ached It was so difficult then, for she drowned in self pity She had closed herself in that box And when it got suffocating, she blamed the world It was past now, as the winds of change passed by her They whispered in her ears a change that spread through her very soul No longer were the days so hard, for she ...

She'd seen him smoke his dreams away.. In those puffs of little black clouds, she'd seen his money vanish in the air She watched as no friends were left, she watched.. and she cared She felt bad for the broken little guy She stared as he puffed away most of his life She a fought battle deep inside, to be honest or to choose a white lie.. His parents would ask her why his face was so pale, his lips so grey, his eyes so cold They'd ask her to answer truthfully as to why their 20 year old son looked so old.. She'd give no answers, they'd beat him if they knew She'd just stand their quietly wondering what to do She'd argue with herself- "he’ll tell them truth, or one day he'll stop and maybe start anew.." Months passed by and that one little habit had reached an all time high And he pled to her for money, he'd weep and he’d cry She gave him what he wanted believing he would ...

Once upon a time, in a land not too far away There lived a beautiful princess who was 'as white as snow' they say She laughed, she ran as she spread joy around And at nights she dreamt of a prince she hadn’t yet found.. Tall dark and handsome, to her those mattered not When she dreamt of a prince, she dreamt of a different sought Her prince would be kind and as loving as can be What she looked for in her prince was inner beauty.. Days passed by, she looked all over the land And then one fine day, she finally found her man Virtuous, kind and friendly, he soon became everything she knew And too top it all, he was tall, dark and handsome too! And so in this land of fairytales, another magical wedding came alive They danced, they sang and they laughed till they had cried And as she smiled her dazzling smile, the beautiful princess knew This was the man of her dreams, and that dream had come true.. Most poems of this sought, at this point co...

He walked into my life with cold blue eyes, And froze the fire in mine with his ice cold stare He laughed but in his own lost thoughts He heard not a word that I had to say.. He brought me flowers, yellow and bright He brought me lillies, jasmines, tulips so rare He got me gifts that money knew not worth of But never a letter with heartfelt words written there.. He woke me up from my calm dreams With sounds so creaky, so intentional, so loud He was there all the time, night and day And yet even as we walked, I felt alone in the crowd.. And then he told me stories with no beginnings, Later he corrected my walk, my laugh, my style He hit me with bitter words and little lies And yet he claimed to be all mine.. He looked at me with eyes so blank He said words so hollow, so empty, untrue On the promise of a new one, he killed my old little world And then, yes then, he said I Love You.. Dear friend, I hope not, but if you do find yo...

She got up and slammed the door as she walked out of the house. It was all she had wanted to do since the past few days, she just could'nt take it anymore. She stood outside for a few minutes, it was dark and windy, her hair was tied back tight enough that not one strand had the courage to move about. Her kajal had sprewn beneath her eyes, she wore her brother's lose, comfortable shirt,straightened herself up and started walking. She realized she was wearing no shoes but was too angry to go back, plus this was probably her only chance to get away. Yes. That was all she had wanted to do- to get away. Go away somewhere far and now, somehow, her journey had begun. She did'nt care what a mess she looked like, it was nothing compared to the mess inside.. "Not that anyone cares anyway" she said smiling mockingly. It was her favourite laugh- one filled with anger and sadness. She laughed because she knew how entertaining God must be finding it all- her pain, her sufferi...

Would somebody some day understandThat I don't like roses cut off from their roots How is that at the least romantic To give somebody something that's gonna die in a few days? Its beauty that you can see, yet there is no life to it You first kill a beautiful flower and then give it as a gift? Oh no no. That's not what i want, And you can call me weird when i say this, but when you give me something, give me a pot full of roses Give me a love that can grow as each day passes by A rose that is beautiful and living, breathing its life Give me a love that i can cherish as it grows So please, don't ever give me a dying rose. And one day i wish, my balcony will shine With roses that grow old with me, roses that are mine And one day i wish, my life will shine With a man who understands, who's all mine.. :) I feel weird :P

You burn in your self-ignited fire You are burning yourself and there is nothing you want to do Wake up now before its too late for you will kill yourself and your loved ones too. You hate for no reason, or a reason too weak You hate in silence, you hate as you speak You hate as you laugh, you hate as you smile You hate as you say 'I Love You' once in a while. Your hatred has killed, its killing so much more You hate and you hate and you hate and then you snore You can't laugh at their jokes, how will you sympathize when they cry You burn in your fire and along with you they die. Whats the point of a fire, that isn't needed at all? Why torture yourself in pain when the troubles are so small? Why make them hate when they love you too much? Why hate when they smile, why hate when they touch? Don't burn in this fire Don't do this to you You are just killing yourself and your loved ones too. Do comment!