Friday, 29 July 2016

LOST

More than anything, she believed in oceans. She knew that one day this will drown her with whatever she is left with. The waves reminded her of her childhood. The corals stored deep down, her emotions. The seashore, well it was here. 
As scared as a new born baby she used to stand nearby and not a single wave would hurt her till she didn't allow it to. 
The moment she took a step, she feared of losing herself in the arms of her soul. 
How cruel does that sound? 
How can someone be lost in themselves? 
But this is the hypocrisy  of life. 
Every once in a while you are tend to be lost in yourself, to drown yourself so deep, to figure out that destroying your life is not what you thought you would do but to swim in this ocean of emotion and survive is what we have been taught and what you are going to do. 
so,
SWIM

Monday, 25 July 2016

Seperation || Just feelings

|| Seperation // Just Feelings ||
I dont know why I have had my heart broken more by colleagues  then by boys. I have always been someone's friend but never someone's best.
The kind they show in movies. The kind I see on social media with bff hastags, the kind of friend I always wanted to have.
While everytime i have loved someone and cared for them, the way like lovers do, the way like mothers do, the way like friends do I have seen them just drift away from me into some one else zone.
What I don't understand is how people find it so easy to substitute me. I don't substitute people. I am the kind that clings like burr.
I wonder that May Be It's My fault that I did never show them enough about my admiration for them.
Or may be they knew and still chose to just
Stomp over me.
Or may be it's no one's fault. It's just the foulplay of time and distances.

Sometimes when memories seep in and my eyes swell I have this intense urge to tell everybody who has hurt me.
No matter how hard it gets sometimes to contain all the regrets and pain and sorrow and stings of seperation from the people that once cared for you.
That's how it is.
May be that's how the world operates.
No one is really your's.
Nobody is nobody's ...