So mercilessly did you

Converse her dreams.

All the glitter, the glamour

Into welled up streams

Of tears flowing down

Her rosy cheeks


Oh so mercilessly did you

Take all from her away.

Like even the stars she had counted

Had never really existed.

And the clouds from which she had swung

Now sent thunder crashing her way


Oh so mercilessly did you

Silently destroy her inside.

The courage, the strength,

Which pumped through her once

Now seemed to be nowhere

As if that part was never really hers.


How could you be so cruel?

So bitter, so cold?

Living obliviously

To her shivering little soul?

Scared, so scarred

With all your blunt words


Oh so mercilessly did you

Let your words stay.

Killing heartlessly each time

Memories visited her way.



Acquaint with me! 

Acquaint with me! 

Hi everyone!

So its been a while since i’ve posted anything new so i felt like writing to all my followers today. I make this post open for all your questions, anything you want to ask me as i want my followers to know me better. So comment below anything your curious about, well me.

I’ll answer everyone who does comment! 😊

Likewise we’ll get to know eachother better!

Waiting for your questions! 😊😊

The Seed of love

The Seed of love

The seed of love

You were reluctant to sow

Will only grow manifest 

For time will show. 

With brilliance, and fruit

Carrying a significant role 

To heal the wounds,

And nourish the soul.

For the seed of love

Had gradually grown

Into a tree manifest

As promised, time did show.

With care and well

A little lover’s dew

Kept hidden, unshared 

Inside the same reluctant you. 


Living good memories

Living good memories

Sometimes, some events, some people that had been a part of you at some point in life leaves a great mark behind when they’re no more. What role does it play and well why does the mark stays?

We choose to let it lay. That is it. For all the memories of your childhood, all the memories of your youth, those which continue to stay with you, are the ones you allowed to linger own. To hold onto you with a fragile grip yet every time it loosened it, you kept it alive, lingering on by remembering it. 

Some of these memories continue to contribute positive in us, the present us. Reminding us of the lessons learned, advising to adopt new approaches, alerting the consequences of repeating old mistakes. All in all pushing us in becoming better everyday. Careful and sensible. 

While some of these memories which have stayed behind, do nothing but harm in a way oblivious to us in the present, revealing its destruction done over panels of time. What kind of memories and thoughts are they? The memories of guilt we keep inside, not allowing to forgive our own selves, when people have. The feeling of envy, greed and lust, the memories of our childhood when we couldn’t get what we want, when we had to make sacrifices, when we had to give away ours to those in need. All these which we let home inside to build up into something dangerous, some parasite, continuously telling us to do bad with those who did that with us. And we train ourselves in becoming villains, in the life story of the people we are connected to. 

So be aware of all what you allow to be a part of who you are. A part of who you will be in the future. Letting your past, and the memories made, guide you is not a bad thing at all, only when you know which part of your past and what memories you want to tie to. 

It is after all man who wrongs his own soul. 

“It is the spectator and not life that is really the mirror” 

~Oscar Wilde

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.


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!