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

Make it on Your Own

Instead of finding an escalator,

I chose to become my own ladder.

I don’t owe anyone, anything.

I don’t mind giving credits,

I just don’t “have” to.

I have made it on my own.

Not many people can say that without blinking.

I continue to survive,

Rather quite well for myself,

Without any sugar-coat, looks, money or power, or, whatever that the spineless humans fall for..

I will continue to believe in KARMA.

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.

 

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