Moving On.

The phrases, days, hopes and dreams,

Like thousand voices in my head scream.

Yet silence engulfs me at heart,

Silence and darkness that never part.

And yet, the silent voice of yours, so deeply in my head embedded,

Thousands of unnoticed tears shedded.

Thousand voices like eagles, vultures, scavengers, more,

Not my flesh, but veins of my heart tore.

The cuts on my body grows deeper day by day,

“Only stupid trust”,they say.

I overlooked, it was always a game for you,

And yet I struggled with chances so few.

I gave up waiting for you, gave up waiting for your call,

And now I see you across a crowded hall.

Yeah, she is beautiful, the girl you sat next beside.

But it was me, who stayed up for you at night and cried.

I wish to see you happy from far away,

Cause there is no chance, finally I gotta part my way…



Time Travel.

Have you ever time travelled?
Million days, million memories baffled.
Days were better than, hearts were light
People were a bit less fake and more bright.


Have you cut yourself enough, to feel numbness running through your vein?
To feel no hunger, no thirst just pain.


Have you ever cried, till you cried out the red elixir?
Bleached rods, bleached cones, unable to see clear.


Have you trusted someone so much, that right after they leave,
You feel your soul and body separated on a sieve.
Sans desire, sans life, sans creth
Yet you still live the life of a death.



Do u remember,the first time we met,
the 3rd of December,just after sunset.
I was in pink,or pomegranate was it?
I remember the whole scenario bit by bit.

You were in white,in polka dots,
there was crowd,market hustle and lots.
But you were constant,the only and one,
shun crowd,shun market hustle and lots shun.

The look on ur eyes,so innocently pure,
your love became my wound,disease and also the cure.

An orphan and a widow left behind…

Solitude somehow found its way out,
Tears of loss silenced among cowardly shout.
The girl, probably five or small ,
Her mother, crying across the hall.
None yet touched the body hung from the ceiling high,
Murmurs, rants, sobs and sigh.
The corpse of a father and husband hung
By the ropes that last summer had shrunk.
Humungous death cladded in cloaks of recession struck,
Not a penny to live on, no dollar and no buck.
An orphan, a widow to lament left behind,
To make it worse, bills, payoffs and loans twined.
It was easier for them to die as well
Harder was it to live, stay on, hope and dwell.
The widow took a look at the last night’s plates they dined,
Ambivalence now veiled the widow’s mind.
It was easier to light the house,to cut a wrist
Or gulp down poison, but wait there is a twist.
Only she wished, wished her husband had not died,
For two long hours she continuously cried.
Now for the hundredth time asked the child,
“What happened to daddy?” In a voice so mild.
The mother took a look at the child’s face,
Committing suicide will b a disgrace.
Hard times are temporary, they will pass by.
The daughter is their love’s sign.
For her,she has to live,she can’t die.
Situations r worst,will be worse then bad,its a clime.
Life has to go on,its a climb,
Life is worth euros, not cents or dime!!!


According to me,
India is most famous for its culture where we have a myriad of cultures from all around the world coming together and falling into one place.
India is famous for its unity in diversity pledge. Its only in India that one can find the most different and most numerous languages been spoken,different cultures followed, different festivals being followed…and yet when needed Indians come together and stand by their brothers.
India is famous for its hospitality where we still follow ‘atithi devo bhabo’ which means our guest is our god.
India is famous for its spices and our cuisine is world famous, no doubt in that.
Also India has great talent and intelligence which is why in NASA most of our young scientists rack their brains and our ISRO is also following NASA in terms of space advancement.
India is famous for its Bollywood films,actors…even Tollywood movies nowadays are catching up…how can we forget Bahubali???
lastly India is famous for its colours during holi and lights during diwali…and also famous for our modesty and sweetness cause even being a super power in army and navy forces we don’t attack any country…

Yes, I am a troubled child..troubled child full of mental disorders.. i self harm, i am bipolic and all stuffs, normal people term maniac..

but the greatest irony, i wasn’t born with these disorders, i acquired them.. acquired them from the society, friends, social sites, family and most importantly you love. i have trouble sharing my feelings with people around me, i talk extra, beat around the bush.. my cuts speak more than my lips do but i wasn’t always like this.

its easy to blame others for our own shortcomings, but what we forget is the depth to which we hurt someone else by blaming other people.. i accept i have done wrong, been bad, i admit all my faults as a doing of my own but among all these faults, my greatest mistake was trusting you…

change is necessary to evolve, but its just too hard for some people to understand the aftereffect of these random changes on the people around them…oh boy, these emotions can be so complex at times that even trying to type them down seems shitting around..just need some time to gather myself again and compose a new self and dignity…gotta take my time off.. 😦


Every step that I take,download-10

eventually turns into a mistake

but deeper,still deeper into me

you’ll find a weak,frightened and fragile ‘she’,

whom people forgot, as days passed by,

all that remains is her silent cry

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tired to live, tired to pretend.

Lost and alone, she wishes to die

and now she takes laboured breathe and sigh.

Frightened of the whole world around her,

she wants to run away far, very far,

where her imperfections will not made be fun off,

no people to judge, no people to scoff.

She wants to live the way she wantsphoenixsecrets-boris

far from nevers, don’ts and can’ts.

She wants to live, wants to be free,

again happy, full of life and spree.

But in her heart, she knows, its all in vain.

She can never be whole again.

Buried she now, deeper into me,

struggling to rise, to get to the key.

She is a phoenix, she rises from her ashes;

habituated to dominations and smashes.

But oneday, I’m sure, she’ll find her way out,

look to the world behind, pose and poy.

Thats the time people will notice me,

the Bold, Beautiful and Winner she!!!



I think its okay to lose sometimes. But whats worst is that the world doesn’t remember your hard work you have put into it, or the desire with which you wanted to achieve it. Its tough when you see your dream crumbling before your eyes which you might have sewed with so much care and love and passion. it surprises me, how the world moves on leaving you alone to lament your loss but while you are successful or win in life how they cheer your name out. its tough how people change depending on the entry of new persons in their life. sometimes its feels so tough to hold on when you don’t see the least reason to hold on,when you have all the good reasons to let go, when your heart says there isn’t any hope and yet there is a small ray of light saying in your mind hold on for yourself.

I am a stupid girl who have always tried to justify myself on what others think,fine not others but some of the people that matter. but stupid that i am, somewhere between the hallucinated fake hope i forget that i don’t matter to those people. i know, people lose, what hurts more is when your closest people lose faith in you… I don’t know what to write more when I have an ocean of feelings storming my head and no proper word to describe it perfectly