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For What Do I Fight

When the hope dies,

The good times fly by.

When the heart aches,

When the brain is tired.

No one cares,

But I still persevere.

For what?

For what do I fight?

 

My words are twisted,

My intentions intertwined with lies.

That’s what they think.

But I still fight.

I fight for a better tomorrow.

At what cost?

She cries.

She cares.

I give her a reason to whine.

For what do I fight?

 

I’ve lost years.

Lost my precious time.

And I wonder what time do I have?

To make my dream realise?

And then I ponder.

What was my dream?

For what I  fight?

Tell me.

For what do I fight?

 

I used to write.

I used to empathise.

Now it’s a saga of whining.

My heart aches.

My soul is tired.

How do I explain?

Whom should I explain it to?

And,

Most importantly,

What do I explain?

I fight.

And I fight for what?

For what do I fight?

 

I do know that it is my life.

That they’re connected with me for a lifetime.

I care and, hence, don’t speak.

I speak and I break their pride.

I choose to be quiet.

But inside, I fight.

And then I wonder.

For what do I fight?

 

Don’t even get me started on self-doubt.

Don’t ask me about the worth of my life.

I question the very existence.

My existence isn’t worthwhile.

Yet, I fight.

Like a maniac.

For what do I fight?

 

Love,

H

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The Places I’ve Seen

And the mind wanders

To far off lands

Lands that should’ve been there

But lost in my ruthless plans

A perfect world

You’re by my side

Life is a cakewalk

Blessed with every desire

Our laughter so real

They make of it as a phase

But we go on together

Living a life so good; unfazed

rainy mornings

Or the bright sunny days

We move through it all

Epitome of happy rays

Oh! The places I’ve seen

Through my wandering mind

Oh! The love I’ve developed

But alas! I’ve resigned…

Your scornful looks

Your heartbreaking words

My happy place is your heart

Should I fight for it, undeterred?

Love

H 💖

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Say No More

Not a poem. After ages.

What is the downside of being an introvert?

If you ask me, we, the introverts, the so called less happier ones. The so called arrogant ones. The so called crazy ones. And many more negative adjectives to describe our state of mind or rather our general psyche.

But these adjectives stop making sense after a certain period of time. We start accepting ourselves as we are after a certain period of time. What hurts the most?

Well.

It is when we are hurt by the behaviour of someone and choose to isolate ourselves and not to confront the person directly. It is when we are extremely hurt but choose to keep the feelings of the other person above ours and not make them feel guilty (if they have that kind of heart) of their behaviour by not disclosing the reason of our isolation to anybody. And then get JUDGED by all for being egoist, naive and arrogant for behaving in a socially unacceptable manner.

Yep..

It hurts the most.

Because we do not want to hurt anybody.

Even if it means to hurt ourselves more and more each day…

Love 💖

H ❤️

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You Were Perfect

The innocence of a child

Passion beyond wild

You were perfect

You were mine

A year passed

Then two

The fire within us fresh

You were perfect

You were mine

My belief in you

Was like a rock

As strong as our love

Then one day

You weren’t so perfect….

You weren’t mine anymore

You weren’t the truth I knew

You were someone beyond my dreams

You weren’t so perfect my dear

My heart shattered

Not because of your indifference

But because you were not the truth

Not the belief I had

You weren’t so perfect my dear

Oh! How I wish

I could open my heart to you

To show you how I look at you

As pure as a child

But, you weren’t so perfect my dear

Your lies hurt not because you lied

But because you need not to

Your every thought good or bad

I can take it as it is

You were so perfect my dear

You were my pride

My heartbeat that kept me going

I hope you to see you one day

As when I started to know you

You were so perfect my dear

So perfect.

Love,

H ❤️

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From where I stand

From where I stand

I see a rose

Dazzling in the sunlight

Engraved in poise

From where I stand

I see a perished leaf

A little life left

Magnificent in its grief

From where I stand

I see an empty pot

The mud in it calling

Leaves that have been left to rot

From where I stand

I can feel the wind

And the sunlight in full bloom

Sweeping off my untamed hair

Abundant warmth to decimate my gloom

From where I stand

I see a world

Where beliefs are engraved in hearts

From where I stand

I see a world

That does not follow the herd

Love

H 💖

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The Dark Room

Humid corners

Eerie noise

Intrigued by it all

I forget my poise

I traverse

Traverse into the room

Nothing appealing

Oh! It resembles a sad tomb

Yet a connection

A familiarity touches my heart

In spite of its ugliness

I just couldn’t depart

Nothingness filled it

Void and vacuum alike

Just like this heart

Which I call ‘mine’

The silence or the noise

Whatever you may call

This queer room is a canvas

Of my equally dead soul

Run! You may run

But I call it my own

Possessed in it completely

I can happily drown

H ❤️

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My Journal- Day 1

Life is what you make it. And we make it step by step, day by day.

 

Today was also a stepping stone towards something great. Yes, I’m a believer. I like to believe that something great is waiting for me. And if I don’t work for it today, I might miss on the opportunity.

 

My banker life is sort of an assignment. It is not what work I do. It is how I do it. And I choose to do it with integrity. Work is worship. That is going on in my mind right now. I’m serving the public. It is their money that we have deposited in our bank. And they have an absolute right to ask a hell lot questions. There shouldn’t be any chance for me to feel irritated. Instead, I should be more convincing.

 

And the battle to be convincing is eternal.

 

And then, there is team work. It is not what I expect it to be. Some of my co-workers inspire me, while some teach me valuable lessons.

 

But there is this voice that keeps telling me that I am an employee of the bank and I have the power to bring the CHANGE that I want!

 

Peace.

 

XOXO,

H

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This Is Not The End Of The World!

As it happens, life isn’t easy after all. Or is it?

 

So, on the first anniversary of my blog, I want to write something GOOD! ‘Feel good’ types!

 

A couple of days ago, this thought crossed my mind- This is not the end of the world. This is so damn true! Like, just stress on it for a moment. If there is something bothering you right now, just think over it. Is it the end of the world?? Is it??!!!

 

No. Right? It is never the end of your own little world! Life is like a universe. Containing galaxies. Millions of them. And if there is something not going right in one of your galaxies, it ain’t gonna affect the others. Will it?

 

Car broke? Don’t wanna commute with public transport? Is it really a big problem? Or are you just exaggerating it in your own mind?

 

Got scolded by someone? Your teacher? Boss? Or whoever? And it is killing you from inside? You’re stressing over it so much that everything else has taken a backseat. Cool down, mate. Cool down. It’s just a bad day.

 

I know it’s hard. I know you are hurt. I know it feels like a dagger drawn through your heart. The rage is killing you. Your head is gonna burst. But, but, but! Breathe. Breathe deeply. And think over it. You are not that stupid to let something as meager as this take up all your time and energy. Unload the extra baggage, my friend. Time is a great healer! This too shall pass!

 

Cry if you wanna. Shout if you wanna. But do not let these minor setbacks get into your skin. Do not let these setbacks decide how your future is gonna be. Just let it go. Let it be! THIS IS REALLY NOT THE END OF YOUR WORLD!!! Your life is so much more than this!!!

 

P.S.– Thank you so much my WordPress fam for your support! It has been an incredible year! Met (well, virtually) so many beautiful souls! Also, I realized one of my longstanding dream of starting with a fashion blog. Finally, took the big step and here it is- Couture and Croissants 🙂 Immensely grateful to the almighty and to each one of you 🙂

 

Much Love,

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My Favorite Quotes

Like any other (normal) person, I love inspiring, beautiful quotes. This world has seen many great personalities who possessed a niche to make a difference. And they passed on their knowledge packed in a bunch of wise words; we call them ‘quotes’ ❤ Here are some of my favorites ❤

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This quote by my idol Nelson Mandela is my most favorite ❤ I cannot express the feeling I get whenever I read it ❤ So much love ❤

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-Khaled Hosseini (The Kite Runner) ❤
P.S. Hosseini is my favorite author ❤

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-Khaled Hosseini (The Kite Runner) ❤

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A victim of this problem 💔

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-Anonymous ❤

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-Anonymous ❤

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These were a bunch of quotes I had in my phone. I will share some more in future ❤

XOXO

H ❤