Asset

If you believe money is your asset,

then you are not rich.

If you believe beauty is your asset,

you are not beautiful.

If you think people are your asset,

then you do not have any real friends.

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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

One Year Anniversary!!

Exactly a year ago, my friend asked me to write a reprise version of the poem from the movie 10 things I hate about you. And, that is how it all started.

The praise i got for that, made me think, if such a mediocre piece can garner so many likes- I could sure write so much more and better.

And then, the words just poured.

What all I have seen through my life took shape in the form of poetry.

Not to forget, the love I got from you guys. I am greatful to all of my fellow bloggers for accepting me as their own. I love being here and reading y’alls amazing work.

 

Is There an Expiry Date to Creativity?

Flannery O’Connor has said that,

“Nothing needs to happen to a writer’s life after they are twenty.
By then they’ve experienced more than enough to last their creative life.”

I am 21, and I think, am yet to experience lots of things in life.
I am yet to fall in love, yet to experience heartbreak, yet to feel the agony of losing a loved one, yet to travel the world, yet to LIVE…

I would really like to know, what you all think about it. The reason I am posting this is because I heard about this in a movie called Stuck in Love, and it got me thinking if this is why, nothing is happening in my life now, it has become so monotonous, or should I say easy.

What’s a life without any struggle, without hardships, without any bliss, without any excruciation? And what’s a writer, without any of the above experiences…

Comments Are Invited!

Chase

In chasing all the possible flowers for my garden,
I forgot to sniff any of their scents.

In chasing one milestone after another,
forgot to stop running and admire the beauty of the pathway.

In chasing all the moments of life,
forgot to savor that one moment.

In chasing those big things,
forgot to be grateful for little things.

That never ending chase!

In the chase to not miss anything, missed out on everything…

Chasing life, I remembered to inhale and exhale,

But, forgot  to breathe, just BREATHE. 

-Gir!gettingthrough!ife

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