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Happy New Year :)

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Another year has come to an end, and yes, I'm still here. I survived! Life isn't easy. It never is. But then, if it was just a bed of roses, then what would we learn? What would we experience? There would be nothing! So, as another year is now ending, I'm happy...happy because I did not give up even though the thorns pricked hard, even though I had no more tears left to shed, and even though I felt nothing many a times. I did not fall apart! I managed to put myself together. I smiled when the times were bad. And yes, things do heal with time. I now know that very well. A very Happy New Year to all of you! I hope you've all had a wonderful year, and I hope that the next one brings even more smiles to all of you :) Thanks a ton for reading my work, and for inspiring me to write more. I'll be away from blogging for a couple of time as I have my exams. Though I will try and drop in whenever possible. I hope to see you all when I return :) Take Care till then! Happy Blog

Merry Christmas :)

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Bells and socks I hang, Pretty ribbons I tie. Handfuls of glitter I sprinkle, Smiling angels float all around. I look up at the tree, Happy with all that it is c overed in.. Cotton balls I place on it Little gifts I keep under it's shade. The big star I hold But, There is no way I can reach the top. Suddenly I feel someone lift me up, And I gently fix it on the top. 'Ho Ho' Says Santa. 'Don't you want a gift?' I clap my hands in glee With a big grin forming on my face. 'I want to be big so that I can reach the star' I dash off to build snowmen, And When I'm tired Santa carries me back home And Drifts me in to the land of angels and snowmen.. I look up at my tree. It shines.. And the angels float. I big up the big star, Standing on my toes I fix it up. I turn back and smile.. As Sana slowly moves towards me. 'Ho Ho..' Says he, 'What is your wish?' 'I want to be a child once again..' I say. 'You're always my child. No

Midnight Talks With Philo :P

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"He writes about sadness and adds a warm touch to it.." Zain is a twenty year old blogger from Calcutta. I stumbled upon his blog a couple of weeks back, and I fell in love with his writing. He's an amazing writer and his writing really mesmerizes a person :) He's a very talented poet, and he's new to blog world. So I thought of talking his interview and welcoming him to Blogspot :) Welcome Zain :) I hope you have a wonderful time here! And thank you so much for your time.. Me: Good Evening Zain :) Zain: Good evening Miss :) Me: So, what got you to join Blogspot? Zain: My ex girlfriend. She has a blog. So I thought I would just head there as well and let her know how I feel but that didn't work out well. So yeah, this is how I am here. Me: You started writing basically for her to know? Zain: No, I started writing when I was in the 9th grade. I basically started with songs. Me: Nice! Ever thought of singing them? =) Zain: Yeah, I

Naked Love.

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You found me, when I pulled the covers over me. You found me, when I didn’t want to be found. You found me, when I was least expecting that someone would even come to me. Tired I was, of everything. Hope, faith, trust, love…these words held no meaning for me. No longer. I wanted to get away from everything. I wanted to remain in my hiding, under the layers of solitude I wanted to stay. I was weak. And coming out from the darkness, would do nothing but break me apart. I was already broken… How much more could I break? I was afraid, scared and I felt that by hiding I could be safe. I thought that by running away from things, they would get buried soon, and I would not have to face them ever again. But, you found me. You gave me your hand I was scared to hold it in the beginning. Thought that maybe you would let go, and I would fall and hurt myself again. But no, you forced me to come forward. And when I did, you held on tight and pulled me away from the covers u

A New Start..

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I close my eyes and make a wish. I then blow the candles off the cake.. When I was a kid, I believed in birthday wishes. I thought they would all come true someday. But even on my eighteenth birthday, I did close my eyes and make a wish. Hoping that it will come true someday. Hoping that I can make it come true one day. 'Hope' It keeps us going. Right? When we lose hope, we lose faith. We lose everything. When we are young, we believe in birthday wishes, in tooth fairies and in Santa Clause. But as we grow up, we realise that these things don't exist in the real world. But we never stop hoping, right? It helps us in keeping up with the shit our lives give us. So, as I closed my eyes, I made a wish. Hoping that it does come true :) I blew off the candles of the past, and made a new start. A new beginning of the eighteenth year of my life.. ........ Yes, I turned eighteen yesterday, though I still feel like a six year old :) And two of my friends gave me the best gift of my l

You Sang To Me

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The songs still remind me of you. When I listen to them, I think of you. And when I sing along, I remember you singing them to me. They used to be our lullaby. They were our songs. Do you remember? Your arms were my castle. You sang to me.. making me feel safe. I could lie with you forever.. I wanted to. But you? You sang promises to me. Fake ones.. Behind your comforting voice were nothing but lies. You disguised yourself in front of me, and I drifted away with the songs you filled me up with. I was a fool. I believed you. I was a fool. I gave in to you. And I was a fool because I closed myself within your songs. You built fake walls for me, and I engulfed myself within them. You broke them when the time came. You left, leaving me to pick up the broken pieces. And as I try to re build the castle, I listen to the songs you used to sing to me. And you are all I think about. I was a fool to love you. I'm still a fool because I still love you, even though you sang nothing but fake pro

Red.

Red lips. Clicking heels. Shimmering skirt, Hip clinging. Deep cut, Hanging low.. Bare shoulders, Lacy straps. Long locks, Shining brown. Flawless skin Perfect curves. Confident moves, Head high. When you walk, All eyes turn to you! Red eyes. Pale skin. Tattered, Lying in the corner. Smoke around, Inhaling deep.. Ecstasy you find, Comfort you plea. In the dark hours of the night. And then you hide Behind the covers you smear your face with! Picture: Google :D

Cupcake Love (Final Part) :)

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I don't wale up until late noon. I make my way to the washroom. I pass through Mike's room. He's home. The door is slightly ajar. There is someone else with him. Yes. There is someone else in there with him. And That someone else is kissing my brother. Oh yes! And that someone is a GUY! Yes, you heard me correct! And that guy, who is kissing my brother, is Luke!! Oh Man, oh Man! Tell me it's a dream please. I keep staring at them, and I can't believe it. Mike unbuttoning Luke's shirt. Luke blushing. Mike and Luke disappearing under a blanket. I rub my eyes. I pinch myself. I can't believe what all just happened! I sit down with a tray of cupcakes. I hear Mike and Luke laugh. They run down the stairs. "Hey Maria!" Luke smiles. "Hi! Where are you guys off to?" I ask. "Soccer! Wanna cheer?" Mike sneers. I smile as I watch them go out. "Hey Luke!" I call out to him. "There's a sale in the town. They have amazing s

Cupcake Love :) (part 3)

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"I've got popcorn, beer plus the best thrillers!" "If my mum gets to know that you've got me drinking, you are gonna be so dead!" I'm the kind of girl who gets high even with two glasses of beer. But then, at least the drink would calm me down. So we sit, and watch a total chick movie. I guess he agrees to watch it cause I picked it! ........................... We sit close to each other on the couch. Our thighs touching, his shoulders occasionally bumping against mine. The beer had started having its effect on me, and I soon started to feel dizzy. And before long, my head dropped in to Luke's arms and I snuggled in to him and fell asleep. "Maria! Maria!" Luke tickles me and wakes me up. My head feels heavy. Luke smiles at me. I keep looking at him while he holds on to my gaze. I slowly put my hands around his neck. Lifting myself closer to him, I close my eyes and kiss him. I keep my lips on his, waiting for him to respond. But nothing hap

Cupcake Love :) (part 2)

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Luke. Yes, he is the guy I've been crushing over since the past two years! He is all over my mind. He gives me tingles in my tummy. And he makes me go weak on my knees. Positive side: He's my brother's best friend. So he's always around. Negative side: He's my 'BROTHER'S' best friend. My brother who always treats me like a baby! Mike is just two years older than I am. But, he treats me like a six year old even though I'm sixteen! But Luke didn't do that. He's always there when I need someone to talk to. He took me out to the movies and bought me gifts. Jessie says that these are all signs. She thinks he likes me back. But I don't know. He's never told me.. Why would he not tell me? Maybe cause I'm Mike's sister..? .......................... JessieJ : It's been freaking two years girl! Maybe he's just scared. Stop being nervous and just make the move stupid! Maria: I can't. What if he does not respond? JessieJ:

Cupcake Love :) (Part 1)

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Luke: Hey! Maria: Oh hi! Back from the trip? Luke: Yup! Finally. Maria: So found any hot Aussie for yourself? :P Luke: Nah.. Had better things to do :) Anyways, I'm coming over to your place in a while. Maria: Ok cool. I'll see you then, Luke: Yea, let Mike know :) Maria: Sure! -Luke_149 has signed out- Maria: He's coming over. And I have a pimple on my cheek :( JessieJ: He who? Your lukey is back? :P Maria: Yes he is. Finally :) Now what do I do about the pimple? :( JessieJ: Burst it with toothpaste :) Good luck :D Maria: As if it would help! :| -Maria.cupcake has signed out- ......................... I slam my laptop shut and sigh. Why does he never notice me.. In the end, I squeeze some paste and burst the red light from my cheek. Okay, Jessie was correct. The pimple did settle down. At least for the time being! ......................... The bell rings downstairs, and I run to open the door. I pull my shir

Hidden Beauty..

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I look at my reflection in the mirror. Only my eyes are visible. I lift my hands and remove the black cloth that covered my face... That hid my features. I remove the black cloth that covered my head, which prevented me from letting my hair flow in the wind. I stand uncovered. I run my hands through my hair, and bring them forward. They are jet black. My skin is pale and fair. My lips, red. I stand the way I was before him the day before.. .......... "Your eyes..they are so beautiful.." He looks at me and smiles. "Thanks." I say, and blush. But, he can't see. I don't move as he comes closer to me. I'm scared. I know I'll be going against my family..But, I wanted him. I wanted to reveal myself to him. He holds my hands and looks at me. I smile, but he can't see. "Can I have a look at you? If your eyes are so pretty, I bet you're prettier." I say nothing. I just nod and close my eyes. I feel him lift the burka off my face slowly. I

Lovers And Siners- Guest Entry (Peter: Final Part)

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I picked up my clothes and ran behind Serena. I was scared and insecure about what was to come. She was never good at controlling her emotions and I had to stop her. I caught her hand at the door and she pushed me back. Slapped me, again and again. I knew she was weak, too weak and my soul pained for being the reason. I looked in her eyes, just to see my guilt-ridden face drowning in her tears. I left. ...................... It has been over a week. And I hadn't talked to her. Kia called up and I have been ignoring her calls. I know how to fix things with Serena, I could have done it then and there. She loves me and she'll understand it was a mistake, an unintentional mistake. But, I didn't. Something had changed and I felt it within me. Was it really unintentional? Had I failed to recognize the love that ran in my veins.. ..to misread the eyes that had spoken a life without saying a word, every time? Her smell, her skin, her touch, it was irreplaceable. So what was it then

Lovers And Sinners.. (Serena. Part 1,2 and 3)

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(1) I feel his strong built arms around my waist possessively. The tingles have long faded, the lust gone.. It's nothing now. Just emptiness. I see a girl look my way. Her piercing blue eyes reflect mine. She has the same feature s, but kinder..shyer. Her long legs clad in jeans, her pretty features hiding behind the clothes she prefers to wear. She believes we just look alike- aren't the same. The same blood rushes within us- differentiating us. I long for that subtle beauty of hers, that silently lures, that confidence and smile which has nothing to hide. But, above all, with Peter's arms around my waist, I long for freedom.. ............... (2) We are two parts of the same soul. Opposites. Perfection versus ruin. I look at my reflection in the mirror. My looks gaze back. It is the best and perhaps the only talent I think I have. Wearily, I reach up and pull the pins out of the smooth twist, letting my pa