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

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.

 

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..

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