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 🙂 

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CAN ANYONE HEAR ME?

Yes, I am definitely freaking out.

My last blog post had absolutely no activity and when I tried to search thesugarelastory.wordpress.com in google, it didn’t show up.

And now I am at the verge of pulling my hair out because I changed my site address without really knowing what I did. And now I really really think I screwed up my blog.

This is not how I wanted my vacations to start. 

Can Anyone Hear me? Or see my posts? 

If anyone can see this post could you please comment just to let me know that it is showing up on feeds? And if any of you have any advice for me… I’m pretty desperate for it right now.

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Lots and lots of Love to all.

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 our little Everyday

We see it through laughing, giggling and dancing.

This is my little Everyday.

Honesty

Honesty,

Comes from the heart

Seen in the eyes

Felt through the body

Adored in the smile

Beautified in that radiance

Revered in the grace

Every nerve ending knows,

An addiction,

Rarely ever satisfied.

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. 😀

Who are you?

Like millions before you, like millions after. Many will come and go.

Just like you.

You believe in you, what you are, your aspirations, your dreams. But who are you really? Does not the fact that there are millions others with the exact same ambition, the exact same dream haunt you? You are no different.

As I write this on a cool rainy evening, I feel a slight sense of foreboding. What makes you different. Seven and a half billion people are currently residing on planet earth. You meet an average of a thousand people that you might even remember the names of. And vice-versa. So what do you do to stand out?

Asking my parents this question had them looking at me as if I had lost my ever-loving mind. ‘Why do you think like this?’ is a question I am used to now.

Maybe…Maybe the similarities end with the ambitions and dreams. Maybe the differences are that we are unique because we are who we are because of our reactions and decisions. Circumstances are never the same for all. Our take on it makes us different.

But does it really? Have we not heard that human nature is predictable? Our reactions, our aspirations, our circumstances… There are people who do find themselves. Self-discovery is a beautiful thing. Is there supposed to be an enlightening day where I let go of all the doubts and know by a certainty? The only remaining question that lingers is

Who am I?