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!

Yet again…

Yet again…. 10 things I hate about you!

I hate it when you cry

Cos I want to be the reason behind your smile.

I hate it when you smoke,

Cos your life for me is not a joke.

I hate it when you know me more than myself,

Cos I wish I had that super- power,

I hate it when you are quiet,

Cos I want you to express, not cover.

I hate it when you pretend to be okay,

even when it is not all okay.

I hate it when you lie,

when you don’t believe I’m gonna standby..

I hate it when you flirt with hoes,

cos that’s not the guy I chose.

I hate to see you give up ,

as I want to see you fly.

I hate the thought that  you will give up on ‘Us’ someday,

when just  the thought of ‘Us’ makes my day, everyday.

I hate so much about you..

But the thing I hate the most is that I love you..

I love you more than words could describe, more than this pen could write..

PS I still hate you. 10 things i hate about you