In the night of stars be a shooting star
In the day of lights be the sunlight
In the lives of hopeless be a ray of hope
In these times of selfishness be selfless
Were your eyes
Were your words
In my heart
In my throat
I slipped and fell
Labyrinth, was the place
Forbidden,was the entry
So was the exit
Little did I know
I fell in the abyss of feelings
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It was just another day
I was alone in the city of dreams
Made my breakfast
Got ready and left for work
As usual, at work, no one even acknowledged my presence.
As usual, Had the sandwich made by me,alone in the cafeteria
I reached home
I knew, even if the world ignored me, my mom wouldn’t. She always calls me at six in the evening.
I was waiting eagerly for the call.
But to my surprise, I saw her at my house.
She was acting a little weird.
This time even she ignored me.
It was the time I realised that I was dead!
When he says rain check
It is when you need a reality check
She stopped using weapons
And started using words
This injured him more than a weapon ever could
Holi is an Indian festival of beautiful colours.
This is celebrated to mark the importance of goodness in the world.
He said “And I can sleep peacefully”
As they put him in his grave.
Tired of fighting
But never scared of losing
He was lying on the bed
Waiting to be kissed by her..
The words in blood
Thinking that it would make an impact
Did not realise that even they can fade away
Born in the cave
Yet she was brave
Learnt to fight
For what was right
Ready to die
But never failed to try
There came a day
And her heart couldn’t stay
It was her time
To fight the outrageous crime
She was courageous
But the world was obnoxious
She was forced to stop
Doing what was definitely not a flop
All thanks to people
With feelings feeble
Image source: google
It was just a week after Christmas, I was invited to a birthday bash of my neighbour who apparently is born with a silver spoon.
Not being able to deny the invite, I reached the venue. It was a masquerade theme party and as I walked through the staging area I was given a face mask.
This was the essence of the party, to hide your true face until the clock struck twelve.
Though it may sound bizarre, my point was, why do we need an extra mask to cover up our faces?
We already have humongous layers of masks on our faces.
Not knowing when the heads would fall down considering the overweight of the masks, people were greeting each other with plastic smiles and oh-so-fake attitude.
I saw people lying through their teeth.
If only the air freshner had removed the awkwardness that was present in the room!
The party was just as boring as the theme.
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Picture credits: vaishnavi siddhanthi
I sit infront of the portico
Thinking about my stolen dreams
I never knew who the thief was
Even if I knew,
I never had the courage to face him.
I never wanted to go to that unspoken place
That place where he hid my dreams
That place which was locked tightly using apprehensions.
That place where my dreams took a backseat
That place where dreams considered themselves to be nightmares
That place where dreams were burried alive in a coffin of compromises.
I found the key
The key to my dream yard
The key to my strength
The key to my courage
The key to the rebirth of my dreams
The key to my happy life
Picture credits: google
I bear the stink
I cannot blink
I bear the pressure
You cannot measure
I bear the foot
Along with your boot
I bear the weight
Recognise my horrible plight
Don’t act like a sister
You are born to be a hero
Can’t be a zero
Play with cars
Not barbie dolls
Get a job
You can do anything
None can question you nothing
You can be a wuss
Play with barbie dolls
As you are a baby doll
You are meant for home
So you can not roam
Cover your body
Never be gaudy
Don’t dream big
It will be a flop gig
Waiting for this scenario to change!
Picture courtesy: google
It was a soulless day.I was just dozing off.My mobile rings,and its my friend who tells me to leave for her estate as they have planned a theme party.
It was a five hours drive to the estate.I could see the bizzare shaped moon hanging in the crimson skies by the time I reached the farm house.Much to my horror,there was noone.Only thing that was present was utter darkness.
I was alone in the eerie looking farm house which was in the middle of nowhere.
All I could hear was the howling of the wolves and my rapidly increasing heartbeat.
Now I could here footsteps approaching me.Without even looking back I ran like a bat out of hell into the farmhouse whose doors were wide open which felt like the farmhouse wanted me to enter it.I then,shut the doors.
I searched for the knife,entered the gloomy bedroom and tried to sleep.I heard the footsteps again but only this time it was from the attic.
I tried to console myself saying that it was just a figment of my imagination.But,No it wasn’t.I could here the footsteps from the basement of the dead.
I took my courage in both hands along with the knife and an almost burntout candle and went after the footsteps.I could here the footsteps all around the house.I saw a blue light beaming like an azure sky.It was coming out of a rustic box which was beautifully carved and the word pesadilla engraved on it.I opened the box and a headless lady whose hoodie was floating in thin air appeared infront of me.
She said that her name is pesadilla and asked me to wakeup.
I was jolted awake from my frightmare.
My mobile rings.
For those who do not know pesadilla means a nightmare in Spanish.
My eyes,happy looking at the goodness in people.
My thoughts,happy that they could crawl into someone else’s mind.
My nose,happy that it can breathe the aroma of inner peace.
My lips,happy that they can still smile despite of all that has happend.
My heart,happy that it has found its place.
My hands,happy that they can write some inspiring words.
My stomach,happy to find that, it always need not digest the filth but there is an option to chunder.
My legs,happy that they can jump in joy looking at the serene universe.
My soul,happy that it has wings to fly to all the mystique places.
Looking at the starry sky,my happy body drifted off to sleep.
My eyes, tired of seeing the dramarama.
My thoughts, tired from running into people’s pretentious minds.
My brain,tired of reading too much between the lines.
My nose,tired of inhaling the air filled with the stink of pseudo love.
My lips,tired of uttering the words which mean nothing to people.
My hands,tired of becoming the helping hands.
My heart,tired of being broken again and again.
My stomach,tired of digesting the harsh truths that I find.
My legs,tired of stepping foot into places it never wanted to.
My soul,tired of being imprisoned in the jail with never ending bars.
Looking at the moonless sky,my tired body was out like a light.
Follow up blog:An antonym to this blog.
Before anything,let me thank yuvi’s buzz for nominating me for this award.She writes awesome blogs,I can’t describe it as what category because she buzzes away like crazy(in a good way)! Please do checkout her blog!You will like it.
What is Liebster Award?
Liebster in German means dearest, favourite. It was created in 2011 and it is given by bloggers to other bloggers who are newbies.
RULES OF THE AWARD:
- Acknowledge the blogger who nominated you and link back to them.
- Answer the 11 questions the blogger gives you.
- Nominate 11 other bloggers ( with under 200 followers).
- Let the bloggers know you have nominated them.
- Give them 11 questions to answer.
Here are my answers to the questions I have been asked :
- What is your hobby other than blogging?
I love to watch all kinds of TV series and listen to songs.
- Which place would you like to visit at least once in your life and why?
It would be London.The reason is pretty much simple, Harry potter.
- Which movie or tv show do you think is the best based on the story and why?
Again,it’s Harry potter.I have lost the count of the number of times I watched the movie.I mean how did J.K.Rowling even imagine that!
- What is your fantasy wish?
It’s weird how all these questions link to Harry Potter.I want to join Hogwarts!
- Which novel or book do you like and what is the current one you are reading (if any)?
Currently,none.But I want to read A song of ice and fire by George RR Martin.
- Do you believe in ‘true love’?
Well, yes.I think everyone should too.True love that your family shows towards you is a simple proof.
- How important do you think encouragement is?
It is the most important thing.No matter what you do, a good complement from someone always gives us the confidence to do better.
- What is the best of your virtues?
I am frank and open-minded.
- Name one food that you would never stop liking ever.
That is a difficult choice.I love food so much that I can’t choose one over the other.
- How do you manage your work/studies and writing time?
I at least will spend 2 hours on this.I actually have a lot of time.I never had the difficulty in managing.
- How do you overcome writer’s block?
Not faced it yet.Hope I never face it (touch wood).
I almost forgot.I should nominate now.God help me.
There are a lot of people whom I appreciate.Since I have to nominate only 11, I am nominating the following in no particular order :
The questions are same as mine.
Please let me know if you revert.
- We love to sit in the portico and enjoy the giant red ball taking rebirth every morning.
- We love to listen to melodious songs and feel the gentle wind.
- We love to slurp hot soup while enjoying the rain.
- We love to go cycling in the hills looking at the Earth’s beauty and beyond.
- We love to traipse along the beautiful seashore where the irregular waves tickle our feet.
- We love to go camping in the deep forests where we can hear the chirping of various birds in such a way that it becomes difficult for us to identify which bird it is!
- We love to sink ourselves in deep thoughts while staring at the greenery .
P.S. I feel there is a nature lover in everyone of us.It is about time we bring him/her out.
Are you scared of your exams?
Are you scared of losing your job?
Are you scared of your boss?
Are you scared of your future?
Are you scared of anything in your life?
If the answer to any of the above mentioned questions is yes, then continue reading.
Don’t be scared.
Don’t let your fears take over you.
Don’t let these imbecile things occupy your mind.
Ask me why?
We humans are so busy with our lives that,we have actually forgotten the fact that ultimately we are going to die one day.
We are so happy(or not) with whatever we are doing that we don’t even bring death into the ring of thoughts.
This makes the point that we are not worried of death.
If we are not scared of death, then just question yourself “Is getting scared of exams or any other reason even viable?”
Comparing ourselves to the rock-ribbed soldiers(might sound absurd),I can say that we all are ready to face the death at any given point of time in life but, they die for the country(that is the most noble thing anyone can do) while we die for no one.
To sum up:
Not scared of death implies not scared of anything.
For those who are scared “Don’t be a scaredy-cat instead be its relative, the lion.” Don’t let people kitty you!
P.S. I don’t know what other people feel,but this is how I look at life.
Why is death still considered taboo ?(Will follow in one of the blogs in a few days.)
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Hello my bloggies.
My first nomination post is here.yippee!!!
I have been nominated for
- Get to know me tag .
- Get to know me child tag.
- One lovely blog award.
All thanks to you @shraddha1993(https://freetoexpress91.wordpress.com/2017/08/21/nominations/) don’t know how to use your name as a link.sorry!
I would like to also give this splendid opportunity to others as well.
- Each nominee must thank the person who is nominated them and do credit to the creator of the tag
- Must post one of your childhood picture with your nickname
- Must reveal 5 funniest experiences of your childhood life
- Nominate 10 bloggers to do the award.
Answer the questions given above.
2)Credit the Creator of the Tag.
3)Nominate 5/+ bloggers
Thank the person who nominated you
Share 7 facts about yourself
Nominate up to 15 bloggers and inform them of the nomination
My sobriquet was vikki.
As a child I used to throw food in the attic.
Facts about me :
- I am a gossipmonger.
- I am a blabbermouth.
- I am an extreme foodie.
- I am kind of a solipsist(who isn’t?).
- I am a man of my words to the people who trust me.
- I am an English lover.
- I am a TV and movie fanatic.
Answers to Shraddha1993’s questions are:-
1. How long have you been blogging?
Ans- It has just been 15 days or so.
2. Do you enjoy tags?
3. Do you follow blogs which you follow?
Ans- yeah! I feel I have to return the favour.
4. Describe your blog in 5 words.
5. How many post you have done except this?
6. On 1-10 rate how much you love blogging!
Ans- The rating meter would break into pieces.100.
7. Post some links you enjoy reading.
and there are many more.I would be nominating them all.
Nominees for the above blogs are:
The questions are the same as above.
I would be happy if you revert.
It was just another day.
I woke up to my bête noire,alarm’s ring.Got ready and left for college.
En route to college I turned on the FM in my car and as a child, I had this favorite song, that started playing.
I see the blank wall and brought the car to a standstill.
I cruised to the land of nod and I see my mom teaching me how to write.
I could feel the zephyr.My reminiscences piled-up and started flashing one after the other.
I saw my chums with those innocent faces and unsullied hearts.We were playing.What we were playing was not vivid!!
Here comes my daddy with his hands full of toys,cookies and of course my beige tricycle,the thing that I love the most in the world after my parents. Tears coursed down my cheeks.Out of the blue I hear the honking sound and my memory stream takes a pause.
I sighed and said “Only if I had you,time turner”.
The engine starts.
I am stranded.
I am stranded in a place where there are conjectures at all the points in my life.
I am stranded in a place where I need to live a life to live upto someone’s expectations.
I am stranded in a place where my dreams are considered tawdry.
I am stranded in a place where I am made to feel intimidated to even think about going after what I want.
I am stranded in a place where the ostensible humans are pretending to lead a blithe life.
I am stranded in a place where dollar bills are the ultimate purpose of life.
- I have a different perspective about life.
- I have a different way to live my life.
- I have different things that i want in life.
Just because I am not turning into something you want me to,doesn’t make me a substandard person.
I know what I want and I know how to get it.
Oh birdie in me..
Fly me away.
Fly me to a world of hope.
Fly me to a world of possibilities.
Fly me to a world where I can be who I want to be.
Fly me to a world where my dreams come true.
I don’t want a life which is executed using an algorithm whose output is an endless loop of errors.
We hugged affectionately and went for a stroll in the woodlands.
and I was jolted awake from my reverie.Why am i not fair? I catechized myself.
- Is it my fault that i am born like this?
- Will my dream of being friends with people who are not of my color ever come true?
- Is me dreaming of being treated as an equal not fair?This is the story of every other person who is not as fair as you are..sorry..it ain’t a story it’s the reality.
We have reached the mars and are happy that we have hit a homerun but a simple thing like not being a racist is still a pipe dream .I don’t say that everyone is against racial discrimination, but the world has not completely changed my friends. We should put our shoulder to the wheel and work towards a better tomorrow.
- How can people be so shallow in their thoughts?
- How can being black be considered as a sin?
- How can the color stop you from being who you are?
Though it might sound cliché,it is the inner beauty that matters.
You might be fair and still be an ass.
You might not be fair and still be world class.
So the concept of black and white is completely irrelevant.
Be true to yourself and to the the people you love.
In this dog-eat-dog world,i am sure one day we can grab this tree of racism from its roots and burn it to ashes.
“Whats the point of being pretty on the outside when you are so ugly on the inside – Jess c.scott”
For those who don’t know:
Heita and aweh are the words used to say hi in african languages.