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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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.

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.

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.

She Didn’t Know

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She didn’t know how to love

Blindly, she followed his trail

Broken, her eyes shed blood

Her heart now frail.

She didn’t know how to trust

Hardened, she turned him away

Soon, he broke at her every defense

Her soul called for him each day.

She then knew

Love was a tryst

Rationality be damned

Lovers melt into mist

She then knew.

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˜€

Stereotypes

Never stick to stereotypes.

You can have all the glitterĀ and all the rocks.

You can change perceptions.

You can change the world oneĀ lipstickĀ and oneĀ mountainĀ at a time.

The Light

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I envy those who can remain kind in this world.

It is a cold, dark and cruel place with egos, frustrations and violence at play.

Power games, manipulations, greed and exploitation.

Where ‘the bad’, more often than not, wins.

Corruption wins.

And the lone voice of goodness and truth, is crushed. Like aĀ light– snuffed out.

It may seem as a start of a story tale retelling, with the setting to the hero’s entry.

The one that makes all the difference. The harbinger of change.

But this isn’t a badly scripted story. It is life.

Our life.

And we do not have a hero.

The future plainly seen is utter destruction. People that tear each other down for personal gain.

Ethics and morals lost.

So, how can someone be kind?

Maybe, kindness needs to be saved. Protected from the dark grasps of all that is wrong with the world.

So that it can multiply untouched.

We need to save the light.

The Cold

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There are times when you feel unloved,

Times when you feel that people do not really understand you.

There are times when you want to scream out from the sting in your heart,

Times when you know that the worst is yet to come.

You are cold.

And this cold can’t be chased away by a blanket or a fire.

This cold will stay till your heart deems it has warmed up to another, or the same, set of people.

Sometimes, the cold doesn’t surround you.

It originates from your very soul.

And you realize

It is not the presence of a winter

But the absence of love.