a little romance with life

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...