The Anti-Suicide poem

I stumbled upon a horrendous occurrence lately,

Comical or melancholic? Couldn’t draw it clearly.

Was it funny? The way internet took up the task of a devil?

Or just too awful that we let it consume us at this level?
“Blue Whale” read the sick article in bold;

Turning the zeal into goosebumps as we unfold.

A disgrace, how the most precious gift to us

Dodged like a game, going on making a fuss.
It stated having 50 levels of self destruction;

Smirking at the dreadful self love’s abduction,

Exploiting the one’s who are constantly hurting,

When did emotions turn so alerting?
Sometimes the idea of dying seems too enticing,

Leaving to us only the thoughts of despising

And engaging us into a labyrinth of contemplation

Resulting into believing death, disguised as the only option.
Let me propose you this worthy purchase,

To divert you from the greys, just in case.

There is nothing that can put a price on your life,

Even when you’re engaged in a self strife.
You can never escape or quit the pain you suffer,

When you end yourself, you just pass it further.

A life isn’t just the end of one living soul;

For, it is connected to so much more as a whole.
No matter how dreadful your life’s wreck seems,

It’s not worth giving up into the hands of a social theme.

I know it’s better said than done when your demons keep lurking,

But trust me, it’s futile the way you keep the truth shirking.
The truth that many lives are connected with you

And life for them will slow down such, you’ve no clue.

The truth that you still have a lot to look ahead

And the melancholy is just temporary to dread.
Just try believing that your troubles will fade away in distance,

And suicide is never the option or the instance.

It’s too early to close the curtains and end the show now;

For, faith still lies beneath and sun shines after the dark anyhow!
PS: Everything eventually falls into place. No matter how confusing your paths seem now, someday all the mess makes sense and it makes you smile. I hope you’ve the courage to hold onto it till then. 🙂 

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THE CRAMM AND BLOGGER RECOGNITION AWARD

THE CRAMM AWARD

Hi guys! I’m posting an award post today for which I was nominated by one of the most amazing blogger and a friend of mine; Ashutosh. Do check out his blog guys because he has some great skills with words! Also, I’m honored for getting nominated.

Okay so starting with it! This is “The Cramm Awards” created by TheCramm (created by Liv)

Rules:

• Include a little bit about who created this award (with a link) and mention the person the who nominated you.
• Share 3 things that motivate you to blog and share 3 people that motivate you to blog as well
• Share one thing you hope to do that will improve the world
• Answer your challenge question
• Nominate your choice of bloggers and give them a challenge question.

3 Things That Motivate Me:

1.  Words : I remember I was 16 when I first wrote a poem. I didn’t show it to anyone around me because I was in a muse for around a couple of days. A muse of “How powerful words can be?” And now; 4 years later, the thought still runs through the labyrinth of my mind and keeps motivating me to discover it daily.
2. Experiences : I keep saying people that I’m not a writer yet. I’m just someone who is observant to situations around and keen about my experiences that lead me to penning down things I feel.
3. Other Bloggers/Writers : I’m both amazed and motivated by writers around me that help make this world a better place. Kudos to every writer reading this 🙂

3 People That Motivate Me:

1. Other Bloggers/Writers : Of course! ❤
2. Readers and people who relate to my words
3. My Family

1 Thing I Hope to do to that will improve the World:

Since I started my journey into writing I learnt one thing that’ll forever be my priceless possession. I’ve learnt that there’s no conflict or issue in this world that can’t be resolved if one is grateful and empathizing. Also, there’s no situation in this world that can’t be ruined by the greed of luxury. So, if I’m lucky enough to be an author someday I’d like to impose this through my words to the world. And hope to make this world a better place. 🙂

Answering my challenge question: What is your meaning of life?

Life is all about self satisfaction and zero regrets. To me, life is about making people around you feel better about themselves and adding a pinch of hope in the drowning minds of people. I’d consider myself winning at life if I can inspire someone to be happy and make others happy. Also, life is all about real wide grins and no fake smiles.

THE BLOGGER RECOGNITION AWARD

RULES:

1. Thank the blogger who nominated you and provide a link to their blog.
2. Write a post to show your award.
3. Give a brief story of how your blog started.
4. Give two pieces of advice to new bloggers

How did my BLOG start?

I’ve been writing short poems and quotes and posting it on my social media page. Many of my friends suggested me to start a blog rather. But initially I had this misconception that blogs were only about stories and big write ups and I didn’t consider myself that great for a platform like this. Then one fine day a friend of mine motivated and helped me to start my own blog. And, I’d like to thank him truckloads. Thank you Chirag.

So yeah, that was pretty much it.

Advice to new bloggers.

Honestly, I consider myself very naive to answer this. But shortly I’d like to firstly welcome all the new one’s to this platform and advice them to just be honest and real with their words and never stop writing no matter what comes their way. 🙂

Nominations

SPECSCLADEYES

MY WIDE AWAKE

BEAUTY AND THE FLAWED

SAURABH KOKANE

Into the mind of an Introvert.

Each night I am at war with myself. A war amidst the labyrinth of my thoughts with my sleep wherein most of the times I’m lost in the conundrum of how can my mind mess my thoughts of melancholy and euphoria, giving me major mood swings throughout the day. I end up having sleepless thoughtful nights of peace externally and chaos internally. Although a place and time I love and survive the best.

The next morning eventually becomes my nightmare. Because honestly, I am allergic to face the world. I’m allergic to people around.
“Allergy is a medical condition that causes someone to become sick after being in contact with something which is harmless to most people.”
Exactly what I feel when I step out in the real world. Because the people here have got plans, goals, aims of being powerful. Powerful, not in terms of words, thoughts nd ideas. Powerful; in terms of fame, money and status. And the precipitate it has on people’s mind is, “thoughts of comparison”; comparing one’s state of being to another’s. To make it worse, they start comparing their own success with others, disturbing the uniqueness the Almighty created at first place.
If I’m ever blessed to have a child, I’d consider myself successful at parenting only if I can teach it to walk away from a place, situation or being the very first time it is being compared to anyone around.
If I can’t withstand the notion of everyone around why do I deserve to be compared? I don’t.
Also, no matter how hard I try to fit in, I’m labelled everything I’m not.
Slowly this world becomes a place to be abandoned. Because I’m a wallflower expecting this world to become better someday. Although all I’m offered is a place where “exposure becomes torture” and people like me are tagged “introverts”. And this world each day becomes more inconsiderable and my nights longer and acceptable!
And the verses depicting my thoughts~

I am holding onto being this thing;
This thing what they call, an “introvert”
‘Cause I choose to feel the solitary lonesome,
As the world’s exhibitionistic zing I desert.

I grudge as I try to stay quiet, while
Those backslappers steal the spotlight
“You lack being an enthusiast”, is what I hear.
I say, “You lack seeing me as a wildflower.”

Your hearts pound as you show off your ingenuity;
Like at the party you’re, music being so loud.
But alas! not louder than our minds aroused
While we ink the shambles of our poetry.

The crowds and their thoughts on us
Feels apalling giving raised hackles; goosebumps
You see, I started writing “us” as I know
I ain’t alone on those nights you call lonely.
And I call lovely.

 At the end of the day an introvert just becomes a person who’s highly vulnerable to critiques.

Life isn’t a monochrome.

Life continually proffers us a series of incidences in shades of grey. Color is exquisite. I mean who doesn’t love it? But you can’t expect everything to be black and white and alongside absolutely love shades.

We as human beings, always want situations to be black and white when we ourselves don’t understand the dichotomy between negatives and positives. If we compare black and white with something as satisfying as trust and something as lifeless as hate, we need to know between hate and trust lies a shade of series of maybe disappointment, maybe love!
Winters and summers, hopes and despair, silence and amplification, sky and earth.
These aren’t extremes, but we tend to see them as peripherals.

Humans are the most selfish creature alive because when it comes to decisive situations all they want to do is categorize them into either wrong or right not even bothering about empathizing.

Gay marriage is wrong!
Loyalty is right!
Cheating is worst!
Doing drugs is pathetic!
Wearing full clothes is righteous!
I mean why can’t each individual living on this planet have their individual set of rules, their own way of living? Why are there standard fucking statements for everyone to fulfill one’s life when the life itself we all are living is different?

When a boy smokes or drinks or does drugs, all he is labelled as is “A BAD GUY”.
A boy who cheats on his girl under some set of circumstances (which obviously we neglect and don’t care to look into) is labelled as a “CHEATER”.
A girl who parties all night, has only gangs of boys as her friends is labelled as “CHARACTERLESS”.

And let me tell you, don’t you ever be proud of yourself for not drinking, not cheating and not partying or goofing around!

Okay, so before labeling others, has anyone ever tried to put on their shoes to see if it hurts?

You’ll probably find out that it does! And if it does to them, someday those shoes will hurt you too.

Like, everyone at an ice cream party is happy. But also there maybe people with milk allergy or diabetes who are equally sad and hardly participate in the party. Now you can’t title them as “antisocial”.

It’s easy to designate that cheating on someone with someone else is wrong. But it’s equally hard to know the underlying reason.

It’s easy to look at someone and rate them, and it is as hard as it gets to percieve into someone’s soul.
You may probably never even know under what circumstances someone chooses a wrong path, until you’re the one doing it.
Lastly my accolades to everyone out there who wants to live their life their own way and they do! And I pray for each being who is stuck under situations not knowing what to do and eventually prefers to choose a wrong path. I empathize you!
Lastly to everyone else out there, just know that life isn’t just black and white! It’s a thousand shades of grey.

And black and white ultimately just remains modern, whatever that word means!

Growing up or being tricked?

Oh wait, I never signed any contract
Or did I just skipped to read any term?
I never possessed the caliber infact!
“A grown up I can never be” I affirm.

Passing years never told me
That it wasn’t just about birthdays
But progressing towards hardships;
Wasn’t about deafeating the monsters in the games
But quelling everyday with the monsters in the head

The music running on tape changed too fast
From rhymes, stanzas and tones of mellow
To all those soulful songs that wetted the pillow

Vacays that once meant playful smiles and fluffy snowflakes
Why are they now just an escape from stress and heart aches?
I wasn’t inform my tasks would alter
From dressing up my dolls and playing with toys
To fixing my played heart while trying to collect scattering joys

How I wish I knew,
Tears of pain while losing my favourite toy wasn’t as agonizing
As trying to hold onto tears of heartbreaks while maturing;                                               Wherein smiles are no more a healing tool;                                                                                           But curves to hide pain and fakes by a fool.

Just take me back to the time
When commitments were just pinky promises
That never broke;
Not agreements and regretting kisses.

I wish poems were just about reciting
Words were just about spellings and alphabets
Growing up took it’s toll
And poems are now my escape and words all about soul.

Something over my spilled coffee.

It was one of those enervating days where I was completely exhausted by the evening. While I was too preoccupied the whole day in my submissions, assignments, practical work and boring lectures, I didn’t fail to miss him even for my single heartbeat. There was no meaning in mentioning that I miss him this much. But bleh, that was pretty much my routine that day. I came back home being sleepy tired and in the mood of skipping the part of changing my clothes and having my evening bath. Although after convincing myself enough I finished the “evening ablution” part of my routine and finally strolled towards my bed and thumped lazily. A while after, the realization of completing my assignment which I was supposed to submit the very next day hit me hard. I got up with an heavy heart ditching my sleep and thought of making myself a cup of coffee while calculating the amount of time it’d take to complete that assignment and the span I’d get my sleep for. Yes we engineers are an expert in doing that more than fixing things! I then started my assignment while taking little sips of my self made coffee.
I have this habit of fidgeting with my fingers or feet or twirling my pen unnecessarily even while I am doing an important piece of work which they say is a sign of hyperactivity. Okay! I’ll take that as a compliment.

So the similar thing followed even that day. While fidgeting I subconsciously spilled my coffee.
Not giving too much attention to it, I continued with my assignment. I finished it and while I was wrapping up with my materials my eyes halted on the spilled coffee. It reminded me of him again. Yes I said again because I never fail to acknowledge a single moment which ever reminds me of him.
So yeah he is a coffee lover and too addicted to caffeine.

I stared at the coffee for a while and realized :
He was like the coffee too.
Dark as hell, because no one could ever know how majestic his soul was. And I guess no one was ever allowed to; because no one was ever so blessed.
Pure as magic as he expressed himself coyly. Because there was never a word made to describe the beauty of his words.
Black as a devil, because he was a persona buried into a shell which took immense love to pierce through and bring out his true exquisiteness; (like the roasting of coffee which brought out it’s flavors and aroma.)
Like coffee he dealt with people; hard, soft, cold, black, instant but his warmth never faded for anyone.
People in his life were like sugar. Some could get along really well to make the perfect cup of his life while some couldn’t, yet he never complained.
People even judged him on the cups he resided in, which were his circumstances. Yet he remained the same, Dark, Beautiful and Magical.
Now I am no more stupefied; he was surely an ADDICTION.

My apology letter.

Apologizing is a way to express your remorse by saying the most overrated word SORRY. I would’ve said underrated but nowadays people don’t really believe when I try to apologize and want that word “SORRY” to be more precisely said to them. If not, the other person doesn’t really feels that I am guilty.
So here’s an apology letter, for all you guys whom I’ve interacted with and moreover who’ve been a part of my life at any point.

I am whole heartedly sorry.

Sorry for all those expectations which I left incomplete. Maybe I never tried enough to be upto the mark.
Those unreplied texts, those unanswered calls and those cancelled plans by me whenever I didn’t feel like responding, hold a strong grudge in your heart and a reparation in mine.

Sorry, for the anxiety of mine that bought the most hurtful words on your plate. But I am addicted to the madness because it satisfied me on my worst days.

Sorry, for complaining about the stupidest things to you.
Those cramps on my periods? Maybe I was not strong enough to handle it alone.
Those moments of despair I shared with you? I know how worried you were. Maybe I should have faced them all alone rather than nagging you.
Those complains about the problems in my life were all a box of tensions gifted by me to you and I regret it. I am just the daughter of sadness.

Sorry for always contradicting my statements. Maybe I was always a liar.
That material I borrowed from you and never returned even after promising? I should be a bluff.
That moment when I told you I would be there in 10 minutes and showed up after half an hour; I was just always lazy and irresponsible.
All those promises that I broke shows how miscreant I always was.
Sorry for that.

Sorry for always failing in my attempts to do something right, maybe I didn’t ever gave my level best to anything. How foolish I could be right?

Sorry for always being a grumpy little kid and making it hard for you to make me smile. And this kid in me aways stole that last peice of cake for myself, maybe I was always selfish.

Sorry for the days I always left you hanging. Maybe I was a born chiseler.

Sorry for bleeding and staining your hands when you were slitting my throat. I was the worst mess.

Sorry for not being a easy person to love, maybe I was just born to be hated.

I don’t have any vindication for what I have done so far, but trust me I really feel nasty about myself. Oh wait, I forgot I can’t even be easily trusted after doing that all.

They say when you accidently break a glass and say sorry to it, it doesn’t repair itself to be normal again. So the word sorry is just not worth it.
And also, you lose the true value of a word when repeated constantly. So apparently I fail again in my attempt to apologize. Maybe I will never be good enough. Maybe I am a born deceiver.
Ps: Never ever apologize for being yourself and doing something that you feel is right.
You will always end up failing in this attempt because it’s the nature’s way of saying you’re not at fault for being your own little self. 

Dark is the new bright.

Slowly getting up in the dawn realising light breaking the darkness in front of my eyes, I feel secured to have blessed a new day by the Almighty. I slowly draw the curtain to let the dusty sunlight into my room.
I start my day and continue with my daily routine. I step out of my home and walk towards my college. I realise I sunned myself and feel a warm blanket around me, as it is one of those winter mornings where you feel cold as ice in the dawn but experience prickly heat in the afternoon. I think of playing with the sun the peek-a-boo way and suddenly start staring at the bright rising sun which I obviously can’t do for a long time. As I move my eyes away from the closest star of earth I experience a darkness in front of my eyes which turns into normality afterwards. I attend my few lectures and decide to bunk the latter one’s to spend some “me-time”. I head towards a sea side and sit calmly staring at the waves whilst they crash with the boulders. As time passes by, I notice the sun slowly bidding goodbye. At first I feel a warmth but then I start feeling desolated, not because the sun is about to set but because a strong realization hits me, hits me really hard.
The realization of ditching darkness right from the start of the day. We get up, ditch the darkness in front of our eyes, from our room amd throughout the day just because we always need light and we never fail to appreciate brightness. But who knows that darkness is beauty too? The sun provides us light and heat but what if there was no darkness? Would we ever be able to experience the beauty of our very own satellite, the Moon and those uncountable twinkling stars?
What if there was never a dark colour like black? We wouldn’t be able to enjoy those glitters and the sexiness of black colour in our materailistic things.
And those 3 am talks? The very own time of writers, artists and thinkers wouldn’t be so magical without darkness.
Also when a beam of light enters a dark room, the darkness supports it intensity making it look beautiful and brighter which also remains neglected.
Living in a society like ours, we always get attracted towards and appreciate fairness wherein we overlook the beauty that lies beneath duskiness and brown colour.
And even after the day ends constantly ditching darkness, it finds it’s way through the night and supports us through our dreams.
Lastly, the darkest souls are the only souls which have experienced the most of our living and still shine through the worst phases. These souls sometimes remains buried in dark because it takes a pure sophisticated soul to find beauty in darkness and one who truly believes that “Dark is the new bright”

The chapter of LOVE.

LOVE, it’s never created.
You cannot force it upon someone.
People will love you, or they won’t but you just can’t impose it.
You cannot win it by competing.
The girl who’s love you’re trying to get, can’t be won by putting more (extra) efforts than his lover.
You cannot try and ignite the spark of love and expect it to turn into fire for you.
The fire of love needs constant energy supply, give it or watch it extinguish.

LOVE, it cannot be destroyed
Ever searched for the love you once gave to your ex companion? Go, give it a try. It’s hiding deep into the core of your pumping heart afraid of the world’s constant heartbreak and disappointment.
As said in a quote “You never stop loving someone, you just stop showing it”, love truly defines eternity.

LOVE, it is a form of energy.
And if you ask me, can you love two person at the same time? I would say, why not!
Strange? Not at all.
Maybe not with the same potency, but surely with the aim of making people feel good about themselves!
And isn’t it the very sole purpose of love?

But like others LOVE contradicts itself too. Even though it is a form of energy it’s not distributed, it can never be.
Just remember, the love you experience by a person belongs to you as a whole, it cannot be partitioned and given to others. Neither can anyone steal or replace the love you experience. It’s just a whole personlised box of feelings gifted by someone which is unique for everyone. And the moment people fail to realise this fact is where people flunk in the process of learning the chapter of LOVE.

Beauty undefined.

What is beauty?
A three word question and maybe a million sets of answers. Ever wondered why? Because every creature on this planet wishes to be every other creature’s definition of beautiful. Each person on this planet is brought with a different set of features and that in itself is truly beautiful, because such an amazing artist the Creator would be to design a new pattern of beauty in each person.
In today’s world we humans fail to aprreciate this effort of the Creator and try to be what other think of as “beauty”. This fact has tremendously helped the producers of beauty products expand their business. And that’s a shame in itself.
We all have been criticized by someone for the imperfections we have and the way we perceive it destroys it all. Because we think our imperfections are our flaws when they are our real beauty spot.
When we’re stuck on a particular person’s definition of beauty and try to change ourselves according to them, we fail to consent the fact that we’re missing out on those amazing persons, places and situations for which we’re perfectly carved. We run behind the things we’re not meant for leaving behind the things we’re made for showing the true sign of ungratefulness. And that eventually prevents us from self acceptance while leading to the issue of self hatred which we’re unaware of.
How I wish everyone knew, we’re all beautiful in our own way, in our own frame, just fail to accept it in our own heart and mind. Beauty remains undefined.