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

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.

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…

 

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.

 

THE LIEBSTER AWARD

 

I am honored to have been nominated by the insightful author of  Saintswest (http://saintswest.wordpress.com)to do this Liebster Award. Thank you so much for appreciating my work! I am truly humbled and look forward to watching my own nominees in the near future. What an awesome reward!

This is an award given to small bloggers to help them gain some more views and get recognized.

The rules for the award are:

• Acknowledge the blog that nominated you and display the award.
• Answer 11 questions that the blog gives you.
• Give 11 random facts about yourself.
• Nominate 5-11 blogs you think are deserving of the award that have less than 200 followers.
• Let the blogs know you have nominated them.
• Give them 11 questions to answer.

Questions by Saintswest are as follows:

1. What are you greatest fears?

My greatest fear would be losing a loved one and apart from that I am also scared to death of the creepy creatures. Making a fool of myself in front of people also scares the hell out of me.

2. How long have you been writing?

I have been writing down the lyrics of my favorite song since I was a little girl. I have been writing my own poetry for a bit less than an year now.

3. If you could travel anywhere in all of time, where would you go?

I would go back to my childhood as it was not very pleasant one. And, I wish to go back in time to change that. I would have turn out to a lot different(read better) than I am now.

4. What do you enjoy doing in your leisure time?

I love observing people. I also love watching videos where cute guys do stand-up comedy.

5. What is your favorite color?

My favorite color is pink but surprisingly it is the among the least color you will find in my closet .

6. What is your favorite food?

The list is long.. I like everything thats sweet or spicy or salty but not too sweet or too salty or too spicy.

7. What is your favorite series (book, television)?

My all time favorite televison series is F.R.I.E.N.D.S.(I wish I had friends like those in real life.)

8. Who are the biggest influences on your writing?

The people around me, and how they affect me.

9. At this precise moment, what song is at the top of your playlist?

It is a Hindi song called “Ji huzoori” (english translation: It’s not always necessary to agree on everything with the person you love.)

10. If you could be any animal, what would you be?

I would want to be an APE so that I can evolve into a human after sometime.(I know.. crazy logic!

11. What made you start writing your blog?

I saw people posting random stuff on their blog and being an introvert, I really wanted my voice to be heard somewhere. Posted my first poem on Instagram, got appreciation. Hence started this blog.

11 Random Facts About Me:

  1. Umm, it may come as a shock to some. A good writer is also supposed to be a keen reader.
    Well, truth to be told, I don’t read much. I don’t pack books while traveling. I did enjoy reading in the past. But, honestly, I am not very passionate about it.
  2. I dont like mean people.
  3. I can sense if someone is lying.
  4. I imagine a lot (like ALOT.)
  5. I am a bathroom singer and I sing pretty okay!
  6. I am sensitive towards others feelings.
  7. I like to plan everything. I am not very spontaneous.
  8. I am not adventurous.
  9. I don’t have any pets.
  10. I am an only child.
  11. I am single.

 

11 questions for my nominees:

1. What is your weirdest fantasy?
2. If you had to live in one place your whole life, where do you wish to live?
3. Who is the one person you won’t mind getting stuck with, on a stranded island?
4. What is your favorite TV series and why ?
5. Who was your first love?
6. What do you hate the most about a person?
7. Which social situation are you most scared of?
8. Who is the one person, who is not your friend or enemy but still bothers you alot?
9. What is your definition of happiness?
10. How did you meet your best friend at the moment?
11. What made you start writing your blog?

I nominate:

TylerLearnsToWrite

Girlwithaninstinct

Jim Noonan

DesertBurg

bg(resurrecting the trashcan bard)

Asfa Aftab

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

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..