Fatal

You look at it

With deep fondness 

There’s an intimacy

Hard for you to confess
When it touches your lips

And you take it inside

Like you’re filling in

A part that is void
Your lips are turning grey

And the skin is losing its charm

Why is it that you can’t leave it

When it causes you the most harm
It’s now a part of you 

Which you can’t eschew

Doesn’t it give you chills

Your most beloved

Smoking kills

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These beautiful words are lended to me by an amazing author Chhavi Gupta. 

Follow me on Instagram to see her written word: @cosmopolitan_sass

Her Instagram is @bombaediaries šŸ™‚ 

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FearĀ 

I feel the pain

So deep

in my heart

That I fear I will never be rid of it.

 

And I want

So bad

To be free

That I fear I will never taste freedom.

 

I see the light

So bright

Far away

That I fear it will never shine upon me.

 

And I need

A little

Love, maybe some Hope

That I fear will never come my way.

 

And I cry

Tears of blood

Mayhap cuz I know

My fears are the truth put to fruition

Tough Luck

  You see the glory, You see the light. I see the fear, I see the fight. And I know that the world will fall to its feet When both our ambitions meet. I will find you by the finish … Continue reading

The Nicety Theory

I have realized over time that what is a flaw for one may be the goal for another.

And that is what makes us all beautiful human beings.

My attributes may be conflicting at times, confusing even myself. They keep me up at night obsessing over how people view me.  They come up when I am alone at a restaurant, when I go for a bath, when I comb my hair or get dressed. They are with me every breathing second. I love them, I hate them. But in the end- they are my soul.

And that’s never going to change. For anyone. We are all in the same fish-tank here guys.

We are told to be uncaring of what societal values are. Rebel. Break boundaries. But no matter how much we try, some infinitely small part still cares. And that isn’t necessarily a problem. 

Why is it wrong that we view what impact we have on society, how they view us? Yes, to let it define you to an extent where you become untrue to yourself would be unacceptable to any individualist. But a little consideration never hurt anyone. Let us take a hypothetical situation.

You live in an apartment and are having a party over at your place. Music is loud, booze is running and everyone is having a good time. At 1 am, the middle aged couple next door rings your doorbell and asks you to tone down the party as they can not sleep.

You have two options here.

1: You call them conservative freaks and continue your party till they call the cops (if they do).

2: You understand their point of view, assure them the party will be done by 2 am, actually wrap up the party (or switch off the music and chill). Here you think, they must be so tired, all they do is work, maybe they need a little well deserved relaxation. And maybe, just maybe, next week the neighbor makes you cookies. Yum.

Positivism breeds positivism. Lets remember that. Being nice never hurt anybody and it will continue to never hurt anybody.

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Everyone deserves a little TLC.

Show your love sweets. xP

Looking forward to hearing from you.

My little Everyday

Today was tough,

Just like everyday.

I got by through a path that was rough

but then so was every way.

We all look for dreams in a mist

Every while

Maybe we are just digging a cist

one more to file.

We get by through laughter and tears

We plough through all the boos’ and the cheers.

Life gets by for those who are tough

And time has a way of finding diamonds in the rough

The cycle is all the same

You loose it all or you rise to fame

This is our little Everyday

We get by, fighting, crying and whining.

This is ourĀ little Everyday

WeĀ see it through laughing, giggling and dancing.

This isĀ myĀ little Everyday.

Scars

Round and round we go

Searching for what, who knows

We twist and turn,

We shine and burn.

We drown and we fly,

We laugh and we cry.

We do this and much, much more

Mix and match our emotions

Ride many a storm

And in the end, we hide our battle scars

Under pretty make up and flowers.

What we realize until too late

Is that the lines that mar our slate

Those gashes in our emotional state

Are to be worn with pride

And baby, we are worth

Our weight in gold and many a earth.

And then a new life emerge

A Superhero so comes forth

To show the world

That all heroes have scars.

Trapped

Baby,

Its when even the fire can’t overpower the rain,

Even the love can’t overpower the hate,

Its when the fleeting moments of happiness can’t overpower the darkness in your soul,

Its when you are free, but you feel trapped,

Its when a ghost lingers , questioning.

Always questioning.

And there are only doubts.

Then the Divine Entity is paving the way for you,

For you to know.

That now is the time that you leave, with peace that you have tried enough.

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Dark Enough? *laughs*

I was going through this time in my life where I did not know what I was doing with it. So, I decided to take a little time off my blog (which has just started) to re-evaluate.

Annnnd Good newss!

I’M BACK.

A little love poem up next tomorrow! Do follow and post constructive criticism. šŸ˜€