Battle

Morning sun peeks through the blinds
And the battle starts..
Battle with the mirror
concealing the scars,
a vain attempt to tame hair
“god why did u mess up, 
was it so difficult for you to create something pretty? ”
mirror: 1, me:0 ;
And the struggle is not yet over
Putting on a fake smile,
Not giving any signs of losing the previous battle,
trying to fit in, getting through another day without making a fool of mine
Still ending up in misery..
School:1, me:0;
Taking it all out on the only people who care
And then blaming them for not understanding..
Family:1, me:0;
Enough for the day! Cant fight anymore..
Lying on the bed , 
As they say it gets better down the road,
tomorrow is going to be a new day,
won’t lose tomorrow .
Sleep takes over
Sleep:1, me:0;
Sun peeks through the window and  it’s the same sun as it was yesterday..

Total no. of battles lost: 6799717973088856855
and still counting…

– Gir!gettingthrough!ife

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Fainted memories!

You are still here, somewhere

in a part of the cerebellum,

Your love is still here, somewhere

in the corner of my heart,

The way you used to smirk, the way you used to tease,

The way you made me feel totally at ease.

Yes! It’s all still there somewhere in my memories…

How the days were blessed and nights were long,

How your voice soothed my ears like a dreamy song.

How just being with you made the pieces fall into place,

How you crushed me in your strong embrace.

Yes! It’s all still there somewhere in my memories, though not clear…

Waking up and sleeping in with smile on face,

The mere thought of you made my heart race.

Nothing else bothered when you were near,

No rules were meant to adhere.

Yes! It’s all still there somewhere in my memories, though not clear,

Even if they have now fainted, they are still very dear…

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– Gir!gettingthrough!ife

And, She Was Gone!

Every day she would shed little pieces of her personality,
Every day she would abandon a part of her unique self,
Every day she died, just a little.

Surrounded herself with the people, she could care less about.
For the ghosts of the past would come haunting, whenever she was alone.

She, who would love to ponder, now hated the self-talk.
She, who loved the solitude, now can’t dare to stay back.

Lost somewhere behind those glasses,
Amidst those line of codes,
She was nowhere to find…

Day by day, piece by piece,
She was gone has been gone for a while now…

 

Serene Night

Earlier, moon was the only beautiful thing in my nights.

Then you came in,

Now the nights be always beautiful..

Full moon or black moon,

Starry or cloudy,

Rainy or windy,

Sleepy or sleepless,

They are beautiful…

Imperfectly Beautiful,

Beautifully Imperfect..

Drowning..

Did you ever feel like you were drowning? 

That sinking feeling! 

It may not necessarily come when you are alone, 

It even haunts when you are surrounded by a bunch of people. 

Your head buzzing with all those noises,

But no voice brings you back to the SURFACE… 

Barbie doll

 

As a kid, she wanted to be like her barbie doll. Having long hair, pretty eyes and hourglass figure was her dream.


She wished someday she will also find her prince charming who would take her away to a magical land where there is only flowers and no sorrows..


She grew up beautifully to steal a few hearts,
Now they see her as an object, a walking robot which can not dream or fly,


And her heart is torn apart by some evil king.


Here she lies on the floor like a broken doll, there is no such thing as magic she thought,

when she looked up her barbie staring back at her wide-eyed through the glass,


She wanted to be like her when she was small,
but she didn’t knew that she will also be played like a lifeless doll..

Remote Control

How I wish life had a remote control..

Pausing and playing whenever I want,

Fast forwarding through bad times, 

Rewinding to correct mistakes made in the past,  

Recording the moments I want to relive again and again..

 Turning up the brightness when it is immersed in dark, 

Muting whenver the noises are too loud to hear,

And finally, to Power-off when it’s all too much to bear..

– Gir!gettingthrough!ife

Switch-off

I switched-off the button,
and all the feelings left.
They left as if they were never there.
They left without much fuss.
And I was proud,
I was proud to have such control over them.
They now reside in a grave deep buried,
Where there reach no daylight or soul of night.

Except for when they left, created a void in me,
Vacuum perhaps,
leaving me completely blank and numb.

Now everyone is either not good enough,
or too good.
Small or too tall.
Ugly or too handsome.
Imperfect or just too perfect.

Unwilling to move on.
Can’t bring the brain to switch-on the button again
But the heart, it still clinges onto you..

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– Gir!gettingthrough!ife

that Illness called Goodness

If you are good, no one will care to do things for you because they know you will still love them unconditionally and will still treat them well, because, that is what you always do..

They will never remember you in good times, but you will always give them a shoulder to cry on in their bad times, because, that is what you always do..

They will never know what you have been through, because you never speak about your pain as you are so busy comforting them, because, that is what you always do..

They think you can’t see through their tricks, but you actually are very well aware but still choose to overlook, because, that is what you always do..

Universal truths-

  • The person who gives alot ends up having nothing.
  • The person who forgives easily is always betrayed the most.
  • The person who always wish best for others, has worst luck.
  • The person with the brightest smile is also the one with the saddest heart.

– Gir!gettingthrough!ife