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3 September 2016

It will live.

It was an evening with lots of people around.
I forgot the thing that there are people around,
crying in her eyes, standing beside her,
crying in the skies, sitting infront of her, riding bike.

Every request ended up with a no,
I have lost her, I know.

Energy inside,
it's forcing something to let out,
but the pain is causing nothing,
Except tears,
wherever I am,
however I am. 

World around me,
has proven me wrong,
never to believe,
ever to trust,
but to love more.

My mind is somewhere in the college timings,
bus time, lunch time,  college time, home time,
strictly, I am in this. But I am working.
I do write. I proudly say it and I will live by it. No matter what!

If there was someone to share this,
I wouldn't have written this.

Blogs save lives,
yes it save me this night.

Stories are meant to be shared,
never to mention the name!
It's all written and craved on heart and soul.
It will live for the ages. 

Ago...



Long long ago,
I was born amidst pain and happiness. The way I am living now was never decided. It is raining, my windows are flashing every now and then. I had no idea that it would rain today. It is not predictable. Never.

Dark room, screen light, shining keys, blurred eyes, silent night and a dim soul. How many out there must be feeling the same way and hiding it underneath! I thought of it but it doesn't bother me, though.

Talking about life, life shouldn't be talked or judged between two ears. It is a word we use often. What makes you ask the question "How is life?"! Insanely stupid. You are born. I am born. You will die. I will die. But not now. TIME. Everything has its period of connection.

I have fallen for one. I have fallen for two. I have fallen deeply for three. I am dead and swept for the fourth. I can never go for the fifth. Coz, fourth gave me the first crush, soul, career light, ego, self-respect, almost everything. It blew me hard that, every piece of mine is crawling from places to reform again and be a soul stuck to her soul. How hard I hurt her, that hard she took for the whole time. Now she declared her independence openly, with the courage pebbled every week. Good for her.

I did make and took many for granted. For being human and soul, if am fucked up, then am worth nothing. This world is so corrupt that, it fakes and rakes to smile even when you drop tears of grief from the heart. This isn't a place to live anymore.

Not for the people or the desires or need, but for the corrupt souls from deep.
Sea is a good place to die. Let me die in the sea of words and dreams.
Thanks!