It's never about your clothes, but your manners and etiquettes. It's never about fair or dark skin, but your way of appreciating anything beautifully. It's never about acne and pimples, but your glow on the skin when you talk about something you love to do. It's never about your fancy big words, but the way you bring joy in little conversations.
Because you are the most attractive when you're trying not to attract anyone.
When Jeremy Zucker said, "all the kids are depressed, nothing ever makes sense. I'm not feeling alright, staying up till sunrise." I felt every single line of this song.
And if you haven't listened to it yet, go ahead. It sounds best at 2 am.
So who's not depressed these days? We all have different reasons: Dark past, You were forced to shut your mouth when you saw something bad, Fucked up childhood, Abuse(physical, mental, sexual or anything else) Loss, Gender acceptance, And what not?!
There are 100 reasons why people go into depression and 1000 of them what pulls them out of it.
You can decide what you want in life, You want to be tired and depressed all the time and waste every moment, Or you want to get up and wash your face, And do what you like.
Because I don't know if you've been told this yet or not, But you're worth it, no matter what that person told you that you were not, you're everything.
( I know what it's like to be in depression or anxiety because I've faced it myself, so if this post bothers you in any manner , it's my mistake to hurt your emotions.)
//Pal Bhar Thahar Jao, Dil Ye Sambhal Jaye, Kaise Tumhe Roka Karoon, Meri Taraf Ata, Har Gham Phisal Jaye Ankhon Mein Tum Ko Bharoon, Bin Bole Baatein Tumse Karun, Agar Tum Saath Ho, Agar Tum Saath Ho//
2nd June 2013, I saw you for the first time during the seat arrangement and I silently prayed to get a chance to be with you and to know you ; I loved being with you and getting known to your different shades for the next 5 months ; But I need more! More time with you, more smiles with you inspite of knowing that you belong to someone else ; because I felt lil more alive while being with you ; but you had to leave ( please don't)
//Behti Rehti, Nehar Nadiya Si, Teri Duniya Mein, Meri Duniya Hai, Teri Chahaton Mein, Main Dhal Jata Hoon, Teri Aadaton Mein, Agar Tum Saath Ho//
Time passed, our memories got stored in the corner of my heart, I always felt that someday I'll tell you, that you are more than a partner, and ask you that, "will you be my friend?" But, some wishes remain unfulfilled
//Teri Nazron Mein Hai, Tere Sapne, Tere Sapno Mein Hai Naarazi, Mujhe Lagta Hai Ke, Batein Dil Ki, Hoti Lafzon Ki Dhoke Bazi, Tum Saath Ho, Ya Na Ho Kya Fark Hai, Bedard Thi Zindagi, Bedard Hai, Agar Tum Saath Ho, Agar Tum Saath Ho//
31st july 2016, Remember our friendship day, where it started? You saw me crying, you consoled me, made me realise that you notice, you care, you understand and you are there ; The next 6 months were the best, but I tend to fucking mess up everywhere ; From the bestest friends we moved on to hardly friends ; The next were the insecurities from your new friends and thus finally I broke a little more ; When I had something to smile for and a feeling of not having you, I broke a little more; I fucking kept on refusing to myself, but when I realise that I love you, I break a little more
//Palkein Jhapakte Hi, Din Ye Nikal Jaye Bethi-Bethi Bhaagi Firoon, Meri Taraf Ata, Har Gham Phisal Jaye, Aankhon Mein Tum Ko Bharoon Bin Bole Baatein Tumse Karoon, Agar Tum Saath Ho//
18 feb, 2019 Probably the last day to meet you (atleast I thought) ; your wishes on my shirt I kept near my heart ; I couldn't tell you the good bye and the many other things remained untold ; I started being anxious, nervous and fearful ; I assumed many things which may or may not be true ; But over the time I never forgot that you love blue ; I wished if someday you can see my heart and somehow sew ; but scars remain the same even if the starts are new ; "The fodder for friendship is a rigid resolve; The resolve I lacked, The resolve you lacked(atleast forgot)
//Teri Nazron Mein Hai, Tere Sapne, Tere Sapno Mein Hai Narazi, Mujhe Lagta Hai Ke, Batein Dil Ki, Hoti Lafzon Ki Dhoke Bazi, Tum Saath Ho, Ya Na Ho Kya Fark Hai, Bedard Thi Zindagi, Bedard Hai//
1 Mar 2021, I finally felt that I got you back as a friend; But I forgot , time is not the same; Now we are no more free to giggle and cry at the silliest things; Now we are no more available to take a note if someone's even alive or dead; Now we are so occupied that we hardly care if the star is really shining or instead burning from inside;
//Agar Tum Sath Ho, Dil Ye Sambhal Jaye, Agar Tum Saath Ho, Har Gham Phisal Jaye, Agar Tum Saath Ho, Dil Ye Nikal Jaaye, Agar Tum Saath Ho, Har Gham Fisal Jaye//
29 Mar, 2021, Dear one, I have successfully tackled my 173rd anxiety attack, alone! I madly wished for you being with me, I tried numerous times to atleast make the bond same again so as to share the things ; I tried a lot to survive on my suicidal tendencies ; I tried a lot to unlove you ; But I'm unable to ; I'm unable to add a single full stop ( which indicated an end to the story) here ; In case I leave, before confronting things ; Please miss me once, Not for ever, but for the short time;
I can't do justice to my feelings by a simple, ' I love you'; The feelings are beyond! Good Bye G
I regret losing myself in the process of loving you. I was such a fool, trying my best to force something which wasn't there at all. Soo busy trying to make it work that I didn't realise it was gone. It felt as if I was begging you to reciprocate the efforts, when in reality, you just never felt the same way I did. Slowly, You were just giving up on me, giving up on us, Giving up on something we promised we'd fight for no matter what. You made things so hard that I could never catch up. I got tired of chasing after you. I could no longer beg you to fight for what we had. I could no longer beg you to love me back. I was done. So, I did what I had to. I was aware that it's going to hurt like hell but there was no other option left that would help me to be free. I took myself out of the equation. Sometimes, it's the best option for our sanity.
//All sadness fades into humour eventually// -Unkind by Kacy Hill.
Discussion over a cup of tea with a ghost from my past; each sip making me more aware of what goes on disquietingly behind the screens and curtains before they are drawn.
Regret, a lenient teacher for the masses but for the dim-witted humiliation serves better.
Amiable young children oftentimes grow up to become strategists and baiters and when a poisoned piece of cheese and a mouse are locked up together curiosity changes its form it's temptation that kills the mouse.
Public persona can be outwardly enticing like clickbait headlines, always remember to think twice.
🎥: Tamasha . Dear Tara, We need more lovers like you. Every Ved needs a Tara who can be his inner voice, who would know Ved more than Ved himself. A lover like you is a mirror. A mirror that all of us need. To accept us as we are yet to keep motivating us to be who we actually are. Kabhi kabhi hota hai na ki pyaar karne vale bahot mil jaate hai, who love the idea of us in their head. Or who love who they think we are. But when they get to know more about us, our various layers, they run away. Nibha hi nahi paate. But Tara you, you were rare. You upheld the promise of love. You stood by Ved till he changed the ending of his story. Jab tak uske andar ka majboor insaan azaad nahi ho gaya tab tak. Jab tak product manager ko ye Samajh nahi aa gaya ki vo actually don hai tab tak. Jab tak Ved apni race main daudhke first nahi aa gaya tab tak. . From Somebody who is in awe. . Tamasha is not a movie for everyone, but once you understand it, there is no going back.
🎥 : Rockstar . How do you preserve art that moves you in a hauntingly beautiful way? You document it. You feel it. Till it gets engraved in the fabric of your soul. . 9 years of Rockstar and still there is no getting over this heartfelt tragedy. Presenting to you ‘Rockstar’ in 9 bullets, each bullet has passed across my heart, a billion times. . 1. Delhi x Kashmir x Prague Melancholy can travel 3534 miles. So can love. . 2. Unrequited lovers can ruin so much for each other. Two hearts, some places, certain songs. Like they put ashes of their memories in everything they touch together and it hurts every time when somebody comes near to the memoir. . 3. [ Tujhe pehli baar main milta hu, har dafaa. Meri bebasi ka bayaan hai. Tujhe Cheen lo ya Chhor du? Tujhe maang lu ya mod du? Iss lamhe Kya kar jau? ] So helpless that love tonight is some presence between my shadow and my soul. there is no running away from it. . 4. [ Jordan, can you hug me? Kisi jaldi main ho Kya?] The Magic touch. Sometimes, simply being near to someone can heal you. . 5. Countless nights when I have slept to Kun Faya Kun and The dichotomy of fame. Because music like that is not music, it is prayer. . 6. [ Iss lamhe Kya kar doon main Jo mujhe chain mile, aaraam mile.] I want to quote Neruda. I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. Write, for instance: “The night is full of stars, and the stars, blue, shiver in distance.” . 7. [ Heer : ye galat hai, Jordan : toh galat lag Kyu nahi raha? Heer: Iske baad hum kabhi nahi milenge. Jordan : Ab toh der ho gayi, heer.] . 8. मिट्टी जैसे सपने ये कितना भी पलकों से झाड़ो फिर आ जाते है.. कितने सारे सपने क्या कहूँ किस तरह से मैंने तोड़े है छोड़े है... I dream dreams.. of extremes... . 9. May you suffer every moment because you were her illness. Why does love sound like antidote of an illness initially and Why do they feel synonymous at the end?
A poem about outgrowing friendships. ———————————————————— I have outgrown some friendships, some friends have outgrown me. What is outgrowing you ask me? When you fall apart or drift, not because you fought but because that is how it was supposed to be.
As a child, I felt that friendships are meant to last forever, but life is different and it is not always about experiences you gather. Sometimes I am not the priority, sometimes you are not in the list. That doesn’t mean we hate each other but it is what it is. Sometimes I give, give, and give and receive nothing in turn. sometimes you extract so much, it makes me feel like a cavern. All the emotional labour, sometimes you undergo, sometimes I. I feel so used and to the end of tears, I cry. You might too, and I am sorry. But let’s accept it had turned awry. You got so invested in others, I also chose my way. Till the time you don’t regret me, I promise I am still here to stay. Quality over quantity, New memories over past, Nobody is mean but let’s just say there was some love lost. I know it is exhausting and confusing, However I know, we would be happier if left going and growing. Sorry friend, we had to part, I wish you smiles with an open heart. . @mirakee@writersnetwork#pod#tailrhyme#wod