Sunday, 16 December 2012

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 outside we may all look different,
But deep inside, our suffering is the same.

Thursday, 13 December 2012


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.

Wednesday, 14 November 2012



19 Random Things :)

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 studying Psychology Honors from there since I was in 8th standard. The day in the auditorium, the orientation.. it was all a dream come true.

6. I love the stars. They remind me of the past, the present and the future. They actually remind me how small everything is compared to this big beautiful universe that we are a part of.

7. Listen, I am an AWESOME person and I am waiting for a boyfriend. And not just any guy, but someone who is the correct proportion of certain ingredients. Yes, someone who has all the qualities listed in my head. It ain’t easy bro. I’m worried no one this perfect can ever come along. :P

8. I have had a keen interest in psychopaths since I don’t know when. My teacher in college made fun of me because of this ( :/ ) and a lot of my friends have stared at me like I was one too. Weirdoes.

9. I work by lists. I have a list of things to do this month, I have a list of the clothes I want to buy, a list of things I want to buy, a list of things I want to do in my life, a list of things I never want to do, a list of places I want to visit, a list of books I want to read, a list of movies I want to watch and a list keeping track of all the others lists I have. Damn! This post is a list too.

10. I have a thing for flop movies. Believe me, I can watch them for as long as I want and keep laughing. For that matter, I don’t even mind watching Indian soaps once in a while.

11. As a child I loved butter chicken and would have it almost 5 days a week. Then one day I just stopped, been a vegetarian since then credited for turning many animal-eaters to plant-eaters.

12. Oh. My best friend taught me two amazing things: whistling and snorting. This has led me to whistle at dogs from my balcony giving many guys the false joy that they were the ones being whistled at. Plus, I often snort when I laugh, which irritates people and makes me laugh even more.

13. I sneeze like a cracker on Diwali. Well, at least I’m not adding to the pollution.

14. When I tell my mom that I don’t intend to get married, she freaks out. The poor woman has spent all her life giving sagan at other peoples’ weddings and she won’t be getting much in return. :P

15. Once I craved for Giani’s Belgian dark chocolate ice cream so badly, it was almost like Preity Zinta’s scene from Salaam Namastey. (oh by the way, the movie sucked big time :/ )

16. I’m a sucker for dogs! I like dog pages on facebook, visit pet shops just for the joy of being with puppies, I even volunteered at Friendicoes for a while! I have 2 street puppies who are the cutest creatures ever! In fact, the moment someone tells me they like dogs, I start liking them more! :D

17. Haha! Well, I think my poems are really deep. I mean, if 10 years down the line a teacher is blabbering on and on about one of my poems, I won’t blame it on her over-analytical skills at all.

18. I talk to myself. All the time. Yeah. Just can’t stop.

19. I remember nothing of my life before 8th standard. That memory is totally lost. I’m like Ghajini (technically Sanjay Singhania from Ghajini) with a different memory problem. :P



Done! Now your turn, go ahead, write a random list of your own. It’s a lot of fun and way more interesting than studying! Don’t forget to share it with me :D

Tuesday, 13 November 2012

Fighter

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 and try and break me apart
But you can’t
Cause I’m a fighter at heart.


Monday, 12 November 2012


The Chocolate Incident


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
Most of them were forced to look at the kind act, so suspiciously
“Why is he offering me a sweet?” “Oh what does this child want?
Or “Is this just some dirty trick to extract money out of me?”
I saw as my friend went from one person to the next
Offering a chocolate people would have otherwise loved to take
And yet when it came from a stranger, it made them hesitate

That day I saw a bunch of bullies
Take from that little child much more than their share
I saw as a beautiful deed was met with too many a hostile glare

So why is it that though all of us seek goodness
Coming face to face with it we put it through a distrustful lens?
And though we all look out for happiness
Despite having reasons to smile, we choose to look tense?
And that chocolate incident made me wonder
Is this what happens when we grow up
That though we keep searching for it, waiting for it, looking for it
We still choose to react so coldly to love?

Wednesday, 17 October 2012




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

Friday, 28 September 2012


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.. 
:)

Thursday, 20 September 2012


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

Monday, 17 September 2012


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

Saturday, 21 July 2012


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.

Friday, 20 July 2012


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 ending.


Whatever it was, I knew I didn't want to be there. No. I didn't wish to be on that chair holding that piece of paper. 
I wouldn't let that happen to myself.
Or maybe that is me?

Monday, 9 July 2012


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, something, somehow got you to him! And it's all perfect isn't it? Everything you'd been waiting for is finally with you!
And your apartment looks beautiful with all that Dilli Haat ka stuff, and Woof is a beautiful dog.
I'm glad I worked hard and turned into you.
Waiting to be with you soon! :)


Your creator,
Aakriti 2012


;)

Wednesday, 23 May 2012

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 that she has broken wings. The kind that tells her not to fly.

Friday, 4 May 2012

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 through these things again, maybe I'll have all the answers!

:)

Love,
Aakriti

Wednesday, 2 May 2012

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..

Tuesday, 1 May 2012

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 with disgrace

It is because of your broken heart, oh and your 'love'
That I can no longer make my dreams come true
Your 'love' that has caused so much suffering
This disfigured face, these sightless eyes, and all the things I can no longer do

Days have passed, as I walk down the streets
Wrapped in the consequences of your foolish acts
I look at you coming from afar,
The bottle of fire clenched in my hands
You pass by me, not a muscle moves
No, I still cannot get myself to do this to you..

Tuesday, 17 April 2012

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 define who you are
Be an individual, unique and smart

Be the best that you can ever be
And maybe one day it'll lead to a new type of story
Of a person who achieved all that they thought
Not a lovestory, the over hyped sought

But a story of dreams that were made true
Of a story so different and new
Cause let's just face it, if no one ever came along
You don't wanna be a lonely person with a diary full of nothing but heart broken songs!



Taadaaa! I know the last line is too long.. :P
And yes, I know I sound cynical about love..but there is so much more in the world, and that's just an overhyped four-letter word! :P

Sunday, 1 April 2012


If Only My Rational Mind Would Let Me Fall In Love Like This!

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 it's like all my thoughts written by somebody else and almost all my character traits and feelings transferred on to a guy I haven't even seen. Ever! The only courage I have is to comment on one of his posts anonymously.

So yes, if only my sane sensible senses would stop chattering for one second and let me send a friend request to a random guy for once. If only I could convince myself to do something so foolish and senseless. If only my rational mind would let me fall in love like this!

P.s- Don't even bother asking for the link to his posts or anything! :P

Tuesday, 6 March 2012

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 had learned to like herself
No longer was her laugh so weird, so ugly, for she just loved the way it felt
She saw beauty in herself as she made others smile, their lives just a little bit better than before
She changed herself to what she wanted to be, she had faith, she believed
It shook her when she discovered all that she could do
Her capabilities knew no end, the possibilities grew and grew

She had walked out of that box, explored what lay beyond the boundaries
It was like fresh air to breathe again, she thanked the world

She stared at the memories of a forgotten past
She stared at the future she would be writing herself
And life had never felt like a breeze of fresh air
Life never felt the way it did today

Wednesday, 29 February 2012


Smoked Away

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 try..

Later she watched him wheeze his dreams away
In those coughs from a worn-down throat, she’d see his life vanish in the air
All because of a habit she could have stopped, which eventually led to a bitter end
All because she kept quiet, all because she thought she was a friend..


Again, if you can relate to this then maybe its time for a change..
Be a true friend.. :)

Thursday, 23 February 2012

It's A Different Fairytale!

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 come to an end
But there is an after story to this, the one you've never heard my friend
As the bride and groom exit the hall, no one tries to know
What would happen to this couple as together they grow old?

The beautiful princess goes to her new house, wondering in awe
Staring at her little house, tinnier than she thought
But that she cared of not, for her prince was by her side
She saw their future bright ahead, as he opened the door wide..

Later the handsome prince calls a dinner, for his beautiful wife
Friends, relatives, cousins come to wish them a happy life
As she spoke to one of his friends, the princess saw what she had never seen
Her handsome prince with fists clenched, was turning all green..

The green-ness of his face was something that only she could see
As the other people carried on laughing she thought- ''its my imagination.. maybe..''
At night the still green prince told her, she was never to talk to another man
He blamed her for being a flirt, and he was to stop it any way he can..

The days passed by and she learned- her prince of soft words now always wanted to shout
And every time something angered him, his eyes would pop out
Her handsome prince was now just a green colored man with eyes that could pop
And no longer would he walk in his elegant style, instead he would hop..

More days passed and with his little deceits, the prince was turning small
When she met her prince he was 6ft, and now he was just 3 ft tall
Only the princess seemed to notice, as his voice suddenly broke
No longer were his words so clear, instead he used to croak..

Even more days passed, more consumed in his anger the prince lifted his hand
And as he hit her over the face, she just couldn’t understand
That why the handsome prince with a heart of gold was turning so strange
And why with every misdeed he did, his hands and feet began to change..

So as the prince kept changing, it turns out that the guy she had once fallen for
Was not half as kind, or half as funny and was evil all the more
And once the change wass complete, the princess walked down a lonely road
As she cried in great despair, for her prince turned into a toad!



My mom says its a 'toadly' different concept! :P

Tuesday, 21 February 2012

And Then He Said I Love You

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 yourself relating to this poem then may be its time for a change..
:)

Sunday, 19 February 2012

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 suffering, her confusions. She laughed because she did'nt know what else to do.

And so she walked into the dark night, down the road. She trudged along the way hoping something would hit her. Not physically, but that somehow something would stirke her dead mind and everything would suddenly make sense. Along the way she asked herself what she was doing- "Is this the right choice? Just to walk away like that?"

''Walking away'' then she thought "is always a difficult decision to make. Either you chose to stay in the mess or get out of it. No one ever thinks of cleaning it up. Bah. I'd rather leave." Life had somehow sucked all energy out of her, all she could do now was walk mindlessly. As she heard her footsteps on the dimly lit road, she realized how strangely silent it was. The streets were empty and with every step she took, the trees seemed to be closing down on her. It surprised her that she felt no fear trodding down that unusually quiet, silent path. It surprised her that not only she felt no fear, but infact she was at peace. Ocassionally she stepped on stones that were so small that they pricked; they hurt her, she whined and then set off walking again.

She talked to herself most of the way, speaking out loud her problems hoping that some voice out of the night would give her all the answers. Telling herself her own problems always helped. It provided a new perspective. Yet today, everything, every word she spoke felt stale. Long dead. It did'nt make no sense to think of them anymore.

She reached a bench that seemed to be about as old as her, its iron rusting, its wooden parts decaying; the similarity between them compelled her to sit down. Another rush of wind passed by her, the tied hair trying to run out of the band. She stared as the stars started to form imaginary figures twinkling all the way. She sat there as every strand of grass called out to her, as every sleeping creature prayed for her in their dreams. The silence was talking to her. In that silence she got answers that no words would speak.

"It seems I created so much noises in my head that they blocked away the little voices that came from my heart." She said laughing at her own foolishness. "Sometimes the anwers are right infront of us." She laughed again and again and again, enjoying every little sound she made. "I should do this more often" she told herself as fell in love with the sounds of laughter. It was the most beautiful voice she had heard in a long time. The rest of the night passed by forgetting things that hurt and chersihing things that made her smile.

That's what Life seemed all about- Walking down that path fearlessly, allowing yourself mistakes and laughing! The silence that allows us to listen to the voices in our heart. If only we could let things be this simple throughout.

Friday, 10 February 2012

A Pot Full of Roses

Would somebody some day understand
That 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

Sunday, 22 January 2012

Fire.

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.



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