Whatever happened to Happiness? 

Whatever happened to Happiness? 

We’ve filled our hearts with hatred, for those we know too well and well those we never did.

We’ve kept an envying eye on the things we don’t own, oblivious to the numerous blessing we’ve been granted without asking. 

We’ve transformed our soul into an ungrateful, unthankful one. 

We’ve moulded ourselves with greed and lust, always wanting for more, reluctant to give ourselves.

We’ve deprived ourselves of little joys, living in the rented self pity home. Pitying on ourselves, at times when we have to learn.

We’ve trapped ourselves in the past, grieving for the choices made, for the chances we’ve missed. Missing all the opportunities presented to us in the present for the time that had passed away. 

And than we question: Why aren’t we happy? Why isn’t the heart satisfied? 

Well i wonder why…

The Story of the murdering stares i’ve recieved. 

The Story of the murdering stares i’ve recieved. 

I feel like sharing a very embarrassing event with all my followers, that took place in my life when i was 10. Well you could also say i’m kind of replying to the daily prompt.
So before you read this, you should know some major things about me.

1. I was a tomboy when i was young.

2. Dare me to do the weirdest thing, i will do that. Dare me to say anything to a stranger you’ll see me doing that.

3. If someone says me u to Give my life for my friends, i’ll give it. Will do anything for them.
So now i think you all are ready for the story.

Everyday after home time in grade 5, me and my best friends would join the other batch mates (those who were the children of the school teachers) in the school auditorium. During those days one of my close friends had a HUGE crush on a guy from amongst our batch. And the best part of it all, seemingly i was told they passed LOVE LETTERS to each other. Those i had seen with my own eyes. Yes… We were desperate little 10 year old girls!

Now, the thing is, we were waiting for a reply to one of those letter, which apparently was taking long. So my best friend recommended me to walk over to the guy and ask for the letter myself. Now you all gotta refer to the above points as to why i took her suggestion!

I distinctly remember that i had a lollipop in my mouth, no joking and i actually walked over to that guy and just like that asked him for the letter. He seemed confused and than started denying writing any kind of letter. I comforted him my way confirming him that he did not need to shy away from me i knew the whole system and that i’m just here for the letter. Now During this whole time my best friend was no where to be seen yet i continued doing my job with all sincerity. The guy kept defying and i kept convincing him to hand it over to me. In the end when he swore he had no idea of any kind of letter i made my way out of the auditorium where i found my best friend. I explained her how i tried my best yet the guy was to shy to hand it over to me. We walked down the school playground where we sat on a bench to relax.

It was at that point when my best friend told me that it was her who used to write the letters to keep the other friend hopeful and happy. The guy really didn’t write letters. Moreover the guy didn’t even know the other friend!
Yes people i had gone up to a boy and asked him for a LOVE LETTER confessing that he didn’t have to hide his SECRET LOVE from me as i already knew about THEM. I actually felt like murdering my best friend for she could have told this all to me before yet she preferred seeing me doing the worlds most craziest thing!

So after that day… I really couldn’t help noticing the weird stares i got from the same guy. Thanks goodness i changed my school in grade seven, well along with my best friend and she still hasn’t stopped giving me such embarrassing moments!

Thank you best friend. For such an embarrassing moment. Well it makes me smile today!
I hope you enjoyed my post! ☺️

Bleeding Words (Poem)

Bleeding Words (Poem)

For the times i stood alone

In the pool of my own mistakes.

While the eyes poured out,

the rivulets of guilt.

Watching the world i had built with love and care

Come crashing down brick by brick

I’d sat by my desk 

And bled the tale



For the times when i found love

And love had found me

In a world too dreamy to believe

Yet i gave myself away

To be left stranded and betrayed

In a nightmare, i had dreamt.

I’d sat by my desk 

And bled the tale



For the times i have fought

Fought each breathe but lost

When hope perished to exist

Amongst the masquerade

Of blood sucking beings

And all struggle went waste

I’d sat by my desk  

And bled the tale



I’ve bled a thousand words,

On empty white sheets.

Amused how each word

Created a bullet hole

On the paper

And well, inside me.

 

I sit by my desk tonight

To tell the tale

Of bleeding bullet holes

And how words haven’t failed

A grieving soul

Bruised and wounded

With a thousand words.


 SN’16

To make each day count. 

To make each day count. 

I got air in my lungs, a few blank sheets of paper. I mean, i love waking up in the morning not knowing whats gonna happen or, who i’m gonna meet, where i’m gonna wind up. Just the other night i was sleeping under the bridge and now i am here on the grandest ship in the world with you fine people. I figure lifes a gift and i dont intend on wasting it. You dont know what hand you’re gonna get dealt next. You learn to take life as it comes at you… To make each day count

-Jack Dawson- Titanic

The truth in his words… Sadly understood by very few. 


Completing the 3 day quote challenge.  I hope you all liked the quotes i shared! Thanks for the oppurtunity Emotionsoflife

In the dark. 

In the dark. 

I lay here celebrating the dark as it slowly wraps me in its silence. How i fail to read the words my hands scribe, straining my eyes at the white lined sheet of the book that holds my life.

Its weird how less you can see in the dark but how at the same time your mind burst with ideas, plans, thoughts, memories and seemingly all whats unseen. How less my senses choose to function, yet how diverse my soul travels.

In the dark, When the blurry lights outside my window comes into focus and than loose it.

In the dark, when only the silhouette of the items in my room fill my vision.

In the dark, when my mind travels back and forth, remembering the past, planning ahead.

In the dark when the eyes well up with tears of what has been lost, while the lips quiver a smile for the memories made.

In the dark, when the vision seeks dreams coming true, while the heart makes a million wishes.

In the dark, when my soul actually feels free…

To be Happy

To be Happy

“When i was five years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When i went to school, they asked me what i wanted to be when i grew up. I wrote down “happy”. They told me i did not understand the assignment, and I told them they did not undertand life”

-John lennon

Money, fame, popularity, a good job, a big house. Are these what our goals are? Can they provide us happiness? 

Nope. Set your goal to be happy, the world may question, but time will prove how happiness will lead to prosperity, and how money will fail to buy you that.
Quote challenge day 3. Thank you for nominating Emotionsoflife!

Quote.

Quote.

“Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, similarly nothing can cure the senses but the soul”

-Oscar Wilde

Oscar Wilde, never leaves me unispired. He has reamined to be an impactful writer for me. And well one of my Favorite! 

Completeing the 3 day quote challenge. Thanks for nominating me Emotionsoflife! Its a pleasure!

To Love and Trust

To Love and Trust

To trust someone and to get someones trust, to love someone and to have someone to love you. All of these things are included in the long list of emotions and connections we share with our loved ones, those we once did not know. 
Then how come is it that we developed such great bonds of fraternity with them. How did these loved ones really become our”loved ones”? 

Was it the decision to “give” trust to them made it easy for us to trust them? Does our “choice” of loving the particular person ultimately leads us to love them? In short are we who choose to love and trust? 

Well the answer is no. A big fat NO.

We do not choose to love certain people and to dislike others. It is on the other hand THEY who do the magic. How? Just by being themselves and simply pushing us to feel that way for them. All those with their happy, joyful nature, with their positiveness and hopefulness makes it easier for us to open to them with love and care. It is the behavior of the other person for which we develop ties with them. It is by far they’re behavior that pushes you to trust them. 

Love and trust aren’t sold out, they’re earned through the good you have in you.

Hey, who just read this, if you are loved, and trusted, know you are good. Not flawless, not perfect, but good. 

And if you feel like you’re not trusted and loved. Know people can’t choose to do that with you. No matter how hard you try. Let the brighter side overlap the darker ( we all have a dark side, even i do too) and see how you do the magic for earning someones love and trust. 
Stay positive!

A Sincere Advice.

A Sincere Advice.

Stand alone in the storms when they finally find your way. Don’t expect for a shelter offered by an umbrella besides your own. If a helping hand is brought forward be grateful, but if it isn’t, don’t blame the world for it. The world will not take upon itself another burden while it’s struggling to handle its own. No one is to be blamed for all your soakings in the rain. Let the thunder continue, and let the lightning fall, you either stand forth on your heels high, or you drench in the drowsy dark.

This way or the other, you’ll either walk out strong, by fighting your way through the winds, looking for your own umbrella, your own self, seeking your own help. Or, you will walk out proficient. Experienced and trained for the upcoming storms, prepared well beforehand for all the battles to be fought.

Either way you turn out, you will remain free from the favors of the people of this world. Those which they do not allow to go unnoticed.

Be strong, independent, and most of all believe in you.  You’ve walked through the storms before; you can walk through them again. All you need is just your strength and see how relieved you’ll feel. Burden-less, Blameless and free.

Storms guiding the ride.

Storms guiding the ride.

Few people understand what it means to be really there for somebody. And that’s the toughest part about being on a journey; you realize the main ones that said they will ride with you are in fact the first ones to fall off. People make promises with the sun shining- excuses when the storm comes. That is why I am thankful to the rains that washed away the unnecessary.

The reality is; you could be perfectly alike, wickedly connected and genuinely retarded but could still be overlooked and forgotten. So when they finally leave, you come to learn that our kind of love isn’t for everybody. More importantly; there are more of those around you that need it than you think.