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…

 

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..