The girl who lived!

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

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Echo 35

The witching hour!

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.
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Nature lovers and how!🍁

Few things all the nature lovers love to do:

  • 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.

Oh birdie!!🕊

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.

P.S 

I don’t want a life which is executed using an algorithm whose output is an endless loop of errors.

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