Saturday, 15 October 2016

Listen to me.

'cause you'll need my permission before you step outside.

you'll need it when you dance. maybe you shouldn't dance.

nor those clothes. they're inappropriate. you shouldn't look good enough, or you'll attract unwanted attention.

you'll need my permission, cause you shouldn't have food with the ones I don't consider appropriate.

you should never meet the boys. They're not from where we are, they'll not be the way to you, the way we approve of.

That girl shouldn't be your friend either, we don't approve of her.

I'm just trying to protect you from the harsh world you know. you should listen to me. 

can you stay here with me? I won't tell a soul.
-Charlie Puth

Saturday, 17 September 2016

Begin Again.

Close your eyes and begin again.

Take yourself back to where it all started from.

Clean the spaces in your head and make space for space.

This time we'll build the castle brick by brick.

Choosing each brick with the needs in time of time.

Painting the colors of joy with joy.

Like each layer is a new day, every day.

And in the journey, I'll be home in home.

Together, creating a better world of the world.

'cause a better tomorrow awaits within tomorrow.

and dreams do come true, when you're dreaming out loud.

'cause all that I am is a dreamer.

Wednesday, 7 September 2016


How far is away anyway.

Is it far across in the head or miles across the sea?

Is it a lie that you're living, or a tomorrow that you're dreaming?

Is it the same person who woke up this morning, or the one going to sleep tonight?

"It’s so strange how life works: You want something and you wait and wait and feel like it’s taking forever to come. Then it happens and it’s over and all you want to do is curl back up in that moment before things changed."
_Lauren Oliver, Delirium #1
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Courtesy- Free

Wednesday, 24 August 2016

How to be Happy Manual I.O

You're yours and he's his.

There's no reason good enough to stay or bad enough to leave, they're just reasons. Plain and simple.

If you love him, find the strength to stay. Sometimes, despite the love you'll feel that its time to leave. Go by that instinct, the guiding light, not by the emotional outburst.

Heal yourself. Only you can help yourself. Love yourself, respect you. You deserve every bit of it. You must have the courage to be you. Not the glossier version like the one worn by the girl in polka dots you saw yesterday. Not the tight skirt version of the pretentious you either. The version that's you, just you. Even if it sometimes makes you feel uncomfortable in your own skin.

Let the emotions flow by. At times this will mean that the PMS is making you cry. You could be sobbing about something morbid in the corner of the washroom, while that mascara drains off and your eyelids are swollen. Or you could be turning your umbrella off, while it starts to rain only to get wet and feel every inch of love flowing through across the sky. Don't let either of those two stay.

Find the silence within you. Let the content version of you prevail over every other version of you. Sometimes, this version might get lost in the fast running metro, with the heap of workload on your head or that unfinished conversation. Remember to find her sitting across the door reading Brida while she thinks of herself travelling across Europe.

You know what, she's leaving in less than a fortnight for finding herself.

Yes, she's going alone.

Dreaming within dreams, that's how it feels right?

If you seek love, you'll find it everywhere. Sometimes, it'll come find you! Remember to never ever stop dreaming! I've got your back. 
You must be ready to burn yourself in your own flame. How could you become new if you haven’t first become ashes?
—Friedrich Nietzsche

Wednesday, 27 July 2016

Fight it out.

Most relevant battles aren't fought outside, they're fought inside, sometimes with the closest ones.

They're not always about world peace, or international issues, they're about little things like dominance and where to draw the line.

The important conclusion is not that you should win, the important conclusion is that you should do the right thing.

DO NOT let anyone tell you what to do, at the end of it, do what you think is right.

DO NOT let their fear guide your instincts. Let your instincts speak.

DO NOT let anyone cross the line. The line between them and your sense of peace.
If you think that line is being crossed, give them hints, if they're good enough to respect your space, they'll trace their steps back. If they don't, MAKE THEM.

NO ONE has the right to harm you.

YOU DON'T have the right to harm yourself. NOR DO THEY.

NO REASON is good enough, NOR shall anything ever be.

Remember to save yourself. Fight it out if that's what it takes.

You are stronger than your idea of yourself.

"One day took a world away."
_Anne Carson, Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides 

Sunday, 3 July 2016

Places you should never go back to.

Some places look like home, but they aren't home. They could bear all the fanciness that comes with it, but those could be like silhouettes. It is the forbearance of lies.

It's not that it's all bad, it's just not for you. In living, it is important to remember your worth and not let others devaluate you. However, they will do everything possible to break you. It's their easier virtue, to find their sense of peace in blaming others.

You have to remember to remind yourself that it's not your fault.

I think that's the most difficult part, to remember that you're okay and that it's all okay, you are allowed to make mistakes and that it only makes you human.

You don't have to be scared, there is nothing worth being scared of. Even when life is pacing slow, it's alright, you are playing your role. You are doing the job merely by existing.

If no one told this to you already, let me say it out loud, thank you for existing. Thank you for being so marvelously beautiful and absolutely incredible in being yourself. In being the real version of you, you have given to this world more than it could have ever asked for.

Thank you for the love and patience. Thank you for remembering not to pluck the flowers while they were blooming, thank you for taking care of everyone, thank you for remembering not to hurt them even when they did everything possible to hurt every piece of you.

Thank you for making every morning a memoir of forgiveness and for waking up with more love.

Thank you for being so incredibly beautiful to find joy in everything no matter what pulled you down.

Thank you for being the ray of shining light in people's lives and always uplifting them to find better versions of themselves.

Most importantly, thank you for being a manifestation of love in this world.

Everyone deserves to be just as beautiful as you are, but they don't seek the truth.

Thank you for seeking the truth.

No matter where you will be, the world will honor your existence.

Thank you for being you.

'cause what you seek, lies within.
It's time to look inside. 

Tuesday, 28 June 2016

birthday blues.

Sometimes I feel I should’ve been there, at the right time, to prevent that accident. Anything random could've saved him. A moment's lapse, and he could've been here, alive. Breathing.

Sometimes I wish I had gone back to his house, met his mother and sister. I wish I could muster up the courage.

Sometimes I wish I had chosen lesser complications in life, like not leaving.

Sometimes I wonder if I could save my brother. 

Sometimes I wonder I could save her from the misery of Cancer.

Sometimes I wish I wasn’t who I was in those last moments with my Grandpa, and instead of asking him to leave, I wish I had told him how much I loved him.

Sometimes, some days remind me of things left undone, untold sorrys and the dreaded hollowness.

But, does it not, make me only human? 

Memories are an escape into worlds that don't exist anymore. 

Friday, 24 June 2016

'cause I'm drunk on love tonight!

As you enter the room, making louder noises than everyone I shut myself out in the corner and think about you.

You're the loud kind, the kind that's the eye candy for everyone, getting all the attention.

I'm the hide-in-the-corner kind, silently thinking about things we do and say.

You and I are worlds apart in who we are, or are we?

Together, we silence our demons, screaming in our heads.

The voices keep reminding me, of the weird crush I've had on you for these last years.

With months until I leave, I'm always wondering about things we could do, or the people we could be.

But we're who we are. Maybe you're the quiet kind with the feelings. Maybe not.

Maybe there's nothing at all. Maybe it's all in vain. Maybe not.

Maybe, this is just a beginning. Maybe we've been waiting for each other, all our lives. Maybe not.

  Could we be dreaming the same dream? 

Monday, 23 May 2016

The black and white world.

'cause certain shades of blue could only be seen by a few.
some wrote down their memories, some hid them in their tears.
sometimes it flowed with the music, sometimes it imprinted itself in coffee mugs.
sometimes it could be captured, but mostly in the wind it flew.

there were ways to hide it, ways to confide in it,
no matter how loud the noises were, she could silence them in her head.
or were they deaf?
no matter how loud it went, they could only hear the parts they wanted to know.

they were only listening to the world outside, smile
at who she had become.
only to know that the smile
bore a zillion scars underneath.

Courtesy- Bhumika B. Photography
After a point, you stop hoping to expect that they'll ever understand. Didn't Conrad tell you already that they all live in their own hell, only to know what they wish to know?

Thursday, 28 April 2016

Dream me a paradise.

Growing up, in the last 7 years has been a dichotomy.

There's a part that lived in a single room in hostels across this country, alone. Surviving and persisting.

There's the other part that found home in the strangest of places, mostly people.

This part traveled, and saw that they're all alone.

Kept it's head on the shoulders of people who could've otherwise never been known.

Danced in bonfires, in the mountains while they silently fell in love.

Smoked in strangest corners with better conversations than those across the table.

Painted those walls of new homes in each of those places, with colors of memories.

Each painting turned out to be a memoir of times left behind.

Behind? That backpack has it all, those places will always smell of those memories.

Music became teleportation, to times of love, loss and happiness.

That cup of coffee, not breaking itself across the years smells of spilled love.

Could I have done it any other way round? I don't think so.

There's more love than I could've ever thought.

I'm taking it all.

Across the times to come, when maybe it'll seem like its not enough.

I doubt if what'll seem will be true.

There's more of it than anything else.

This is more than just a thankyou, for the memories.

thank you, Bhumika B. Photography