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Lost In The Woods

Tip toeing into the wild

Away from the city’s noise

A step back from the demise

Of the favorite chapter of my life

And with every leaf that I step on

I hear a crunching sound

And the occasional chirping of the birds

Is a reminder of a better tomorrow

Am I really lost?

Or am I moving towards the next?

Guess we’ll know it soon

But my mind, can’t put it to rest

Ah! There’s no uncanny sense

Just an epiphany

The world might be changing

But the woods,

They bring you back to your true self

And however lost I may be

And the heart may be burning alive

The universe has its way of telling

To not let your hope set afire

Oh! The breeze, the fresh breeze

Seems to be washing away

The years of dirt in my mind

To make way for the divine

I may be lost right now

But I’m grateful to be here, lost for real

But finding my way home

Where my heart lies ❤️

Love,

H❤️

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The Unsaid: Chapter Three

Her head was on his shoulder and even though he was the one worrying, she was the one crying. And they spoke an unspoken language. But the pain. Oh! The pain. She felt like her heart was about to be ripped off. Even though, her life was practically a mess, she was too worried about him and his troubles. How could she see him in pain when he was her world? The ache in the heart was too strong to wake her up from this traumatising dream..

And morning after morning, this is what would wake her up. It was a routine affair. Even though there was no contact whatsoever, she could feel him in her heart. He was there. And yes, he was! Because that was the beauty of their ‘relation’??! We don’t know that, yet. But their telepathy was too strong to be true. But, it was. It was the only truth that made them indelible in each other’s lives. Whenever she thought about him, he would come!

It’s not like she used to think about him once a while. In fact, it was hard to recall of the moments when she didn’t. He was all she could ever think of. And she was sort of going crazy. And yet, whenever he came closer, it would scare her a bit. He was the one making all the efforts and she would just tell him off! It wasn’t something she wanted to do. But she was helpless.

He used to be so devastated. Every single time that he tried his best to move closer to her, she would make it seem like he was at fault and in the end, would just run away.. and yet, he was determined.

How do you tell when two people are meant to be together? Again, I’ve asked this question earlier but you ought to know that no one but the two souls just know it. They know because they feel what you and I can’t. They know because they see a world that is beyond our imagination.

Hold on to this thought, will you?

Love,

H ❤️

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The Unsaid: Chapter Two

The starry night and the hazy moonlight had an eerie effect on her mind. This stunning canvas made her resign to her deep rooted feelings for him.

As they grew closer without actually conforming to the age old norms of romance, they fell for each other harder with every word they uttered. He ripped open his heart only to reveal his insecurities to her and she listened to it all with a sense of piercing in her heart for his struggles. She was falling for him, but alas! Subconsciously. And, hence, commenced the ending of their forever. How ironic! But so damn true.

It was strange how they talked every single night without fail and whenever they couldn’t, it would kill them from the inside. Oh! He was like this child and if only she could cradle him! He was someone else for others, but he was his true self with her. Their souls would lay naked every night and they would talk about things they couldn’t with anybody.

They were these confidants of each other. They weren’t afraid to show each other their true selves but still hid one thing, the most important thing, that was there to tell.

But one night, as all good things do, their happy time came to an abrupt end when he said something so honest that she withdrew her feelings and locked her heart for him. They, sadly, came to an end.

Did you think it was this cakewalk love story I was telling you about? No! Their end actually never came. And it will never come. The fire that keeps their hearts burning is, actually, non-extinguishable. Even if they tried, as they still are, the fire is only spreading.

After the supposed end, came an empty feel. She felt like this incomplete person. She would lay awake at night thinking about him. And I’m sure, he wouldn’t be able to sleep either. For their hearts and souls were now intertwined and they didn’t have a teeny bit idea about that.

Until next time.

Love,

H ❤️

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The Unsaid

And as another day ended, she lay down in her bed and the same old thoughts came running back to her mind that have engulfed her soul deep into the love that will never be hers..

But today, today was different. Today she felt something. Because something happened. Something small. But, definitely crucial enough to let her question the last seven years of her ‘suffering’? Oh no! Sorry! She wouldn’t call it a suffering. It was too beautiful, too sacred to be called a suffering. It was, in fact, what saved her. What made her. What shaped her.

Wasn’t it a surreal autumn night! She was sort of studying, or actually writing something big, when something even bigger happened. Seven years ago, she got a friend request from a boy who had charms of a prince. She was obviously sort of smitten by that gorgeous face of his. And then a simple ‘Hi’ led to a whole night of light hearted conversation that continued the next day and night and day and night!

He was a complete digression from what she would normally like, but she liked being a rebel and that’s when it started. The epic love affair of their lives.

How do you know when two people are meant to be together? Well, in her case, she just knew. She knew and she felt something that would give her butterflies all day, all night. Even though she denied it, even though she pretended she loved someone else. She knew there was something. And it did led to something they both will never overcome. It was their time to celebrate the onset of their forever.

But yeah, today she finally realised why he is married to someone else and why they were torn apart by the universe even though they’re still inseparable.

Love,

H ❤️

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The Good Life

There is a certain way to articulate your life.

The other day I got an extremely disturbing phone call from someone I care about deeply. And it shook me to see that person in extreme pain. But, if that phone call would’ve come, say, two months ago, I would’ve been of no help. Except for being a listener, which is also rare!

But, instead, to my surprise, I was this focused counsellor who gave that weeping person a sense of strength! And nothing makes me happier than making people smile. Listening to them. And in the end, making them relieve of the pain that is causing a sort of mental trauma.

Because I’ve been there. I have spent days locked into my room and weeping and questioning my life and the very reason of my existence. And it’s nothing new. I’ve talked of my various stages of depression and self-questioning several times on this platform. And I don’t think anybody should be ashamed of being an emotional wreck.

We are humans! We are supposed to feel things. And that too, deeply. Nothing makes me angrier than people who are too closed when it comes to their heart. Like why the hell would you guard your heart, instead of taking a chance? If we all lived our lives like that, there would have been no success stories at all! The more skeptical you are, the more you are blocking the good things coming to you.

So yeah, coming back to the phone call.

I’m obviously not gonna disclose the details, but what really hit me was how obsessively we stalk people on Instagram and Facebook and other non-popular social media platforms and in turn make our lives miserable. Like, have you ever posted about how miserable your life is on your Instagram story? Maybe once or twice. But that’s acceptable. But if we continue to do so, then my friend, first, you’ll lose your followers because no one got the time to listen to how shitty your life is and secondly, you will fall into this pit of negativity and struggle to come out of it if you don’t get your shit together.

So, why worry about who took a trip to Phuket or who just bought a new Chanel boy bag? Have you ever looked at your life with an Instagram filter? I’m telling you, it’s gorgeous! It’s so damn beautiful compared to what it was a year ago! You got a million blessings and a gazillion moments to cherish for lifetime. But because you’re blindsided with negativity and vying for MORE, you’re blocking the way for many more blessings to come your way!

And how do I end this post? By being thankful to the almighty for blessing me with this long lost friend of mine: gratitude.

Love,

H ❤️

The ache is deeper than ever

In fact it inflicts more pain

Because every second

There is a new wound

By the same fucking person

How stupid can one be

To fall for the same lie

Over and over again

To hurt oneself

A little more

By the same fucking person

The doors are always closed

Yet they foolishly open

Even at the slightest arrival

Of the conniving soul

That is inconsiderate

And it hurts, hurts like a bitch

Because of the same fucking person

And yet in those moments

Or any other as a matter of fact

Heart longs

For the same fucking person

And this vicious cycle carries on

To the delight of the heartless silhouette

Who finds bliss in my pain

And lies to my fucking face

Because this heart is stupider than ever

To fall

For the same fucking person

Love

H ❤️

The Vicious Cycle

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Incomplete

And I vie to smile when there’s happiness all around. I look at the beauty that has shadowed upon all the souls. I see the love that is there in every heart. I feel the wind touching my half dead body. I know the truth that is severely damaging. But, still, I feel incomplete. I feel like a half. That is waiting to become whole but knows from the inside that it will die as a half.

The bruises. Oh! The bruises. With every glance of yours. Every word you say. You cut me deep in the heart. It bleeds profusely. I can’t help but let it bleed. You have the power to make me bleed. And yes I’ve been waiting for the day, not when we are together, but when the bruises turn into fatality and I die with you in my heart, knowing that these bruises were your gift to me.

I’ll die, complete with your love or your indifference or your strangeness. But I’ll die with you in my heart. I’ll be finally, complete.

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 ❤️