♥♪ჱL!fe Through My Eyes♥♪ჱ

weheartit.com I've never been so tired. I've never felt as lonely as I do right now. I didn't think that I would want to give up. But today, I cannot recognize myself. I can't face anything. And nor can I run. I'm trapped within myself, and no matter how hard I try, there is no escape. The house echoes. It reflects the loneliness that surrounds me. It understands the pain that I carry. I sit and stare at the empty space that has wrapped me within it. I sit and stare. That is the only thing I do, and I don't even know why. There is nothing around me, and yet I feel trapped. The emptiness gradually starts to suffocate me. It's in my blood, in my heart and it makes my breath heavy.  The echo is my only companion and my shadow is the only moving thing around. The stars sing to me every night while the moon light tries to comfort me. The sun is the only warmth I get. But none of this makes any difference. I'm cold, frozen, and nothing helps.  My ey

Image from  here What am I doing, I don’t know.  What would I like to do, I no longer know.. I’m just sitting and watching everything pass by.  I’m just sitting, doing nothing.  My visions are lost and I can’t seem to find myself. People pass me.  I sit in the corner of the street and wonder If any one of them feels the way I do.  I was once like them.  Moving. But now, I’ve come to a standstill. Lost I feel,  And I don’t know which way I’m supposed to take.  I’m cold and tired,  But I cannot move. I cannot think.  I cannot find myself. I feel dead and lost.  No summer breeze blows around me any longer. I’m just wrapped up in winter. Lifeless, and cold.. I’m in the dark  And no matter how many matches I light,  I get no warmth.  And no matter how many matches I light, They show me nothing apart from my broken dreams. I have no support now. I’m frozen. And it’s too late to break free.  Trapped I am.  I’ve

Picture from here It is time. I know it is. I want to get up, but my body refuses to move. I try calling out, but my voice betrays me. Closing my eyes, I listen to my heart beat. still breathing..but deep down I was already dead.  I can't fight any more. It's nature's call for me, and I have to abide.  I slowly manage to turn my head towards the left. Everything looks hazy, but I can see my grand daughter scribbling on the walls of the room. I naturally smile, my heart lightens. I was once just like her. Carefree and young. I had life in me. But now.. Lifeless I feel, just like a flower, slowly withering away. My fragrance, lost. I look outside the window. If I could, then I would capture everything I see. Unclear they are, but at least I can see. The birds chirp, and the atmosphere gradually cools.  It is evening. Time to return home, and the same applied to me. As the sun slowly begins to set, the colours blind me..and I start to drift away. My journey had b

Image from: here   Heads turn around when I walk. I bend down, Giving them a good show. I tie my hair up, My neck revealing my availability,  Open shirt buttons Screams-  ‘Come get me’. Legs hitched up over the table, Smoke coming out within my red lips. All eyes on me, Well, who wouldn’t want me! People surround me. Boys want to get in with me. Money I have, The assets- plenty! The day passes, I smile all through it. But as the dark approaches, Lonely I start to feel. A home I haven’t got, Love never came to me.. Looking at my reflection, I don’t recognize whom I see. Tired I feel, Lost I totally am. If I cry, Who’ll hold me? The world spins, As I inject some more life into me. Slowly I drift away.. To a world, Where I believe I’m meant to be.

Source: shyaanspoems.blogspot.com People are selfish, and we are foolish. When we realize this, too late it is. We are already used,  And the person- gone. The world is unfair, and we are like its puppets. Before we realize this, the evil gets to us. Dead we feel. Lost we become. Many try to put us down, and yes they do succeed. Not because they have a mastermind, But  Because of our loser hearts. Cry we can, give up like we always do. But why? Try to come up, What is there to lose? Strong we are, We just need to believe. Puppets we are But you can always cut the strings!  Dance to your own tunes, Faith- Have in you. Afraid- you mustn’t be. And watch how you come up, if you have the right will. People are selfish, and we are the biggest fools, The world is unfair, and we are its puppets.. But why dance to all of it? Make your own beats, Strike the right chords And make a life of your own. After all music

Image from weheartit.com I quickly wear my clothes and wrap myself in the shawl I always carry around. It is late. Way late than it always got. Samuel hands me the money as I walk out of the door.  Its cold outside and the lanes are empty and quiet. The clicking of my heels is the only sound I hear. I wrap my arms around myself tighter. I clinch the money firmly in my hands as I walk faster. My phone does not stop beeping. It’s him.  I don’t answer. I have no answers for his questions. Or maybe I do. But they aren’t the ones he’d take in, or the ones that I would be able to tell. The phone does not stop ringing. I switch it off and dump it inside my tattered bag. It’s torn and dirty, just like I am. Maybe I’ll soon buy a new bag now that I have some money. But can I replace myself? I don’t blame him for calling. He’s worried. Well, he would be because of my disappearance of every night. But then, I can tell him nothing. We are both from two different worlds and the truth

Warm touch, Caressed love. In your enveloping arms I die. Warm lips, firm grip. When you lift me up, I come alive. Closed eyes, Your breath is all I feel Surrounded by you, That is the only place I want to be. Undying love You make me strong.. Your one touch Can bring me back to life

Picture from the movie The Uninvited “Su, lets click a picture!”  I keep all the shopping bags aside and stand besides her.  We grin into the camera. “Nice! Now keep clicking my pictures in every dress I try.” Sania thumps the camera into my hands and locks herself back in the trial room.  I look at our picture and smile.  … “How do I look?”  “You know you look great, don’t you?” I say, looking up from the book my head was buried into. “No, my hair looks bad. I want my hair to be like yours. Do something about it, will you?” Sania sulks and sits down besides me.  I comb the strands of her hair and twist it into a bun.  “So, where is that gentleman taking you?” I ask. “Don’t know yet. It’s a surprise.” She says smiling. “Thanks for doing the hair.”  “Have fun!” “We kissed. And it was amazing.” I open my eyes and see Sania sitting besides me. I roll over and sleep again. “Su. Talk to me. I need to tell you the details.” She tugs at me to get up. 

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 28 ; the 28th Edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton . The topic for this month is 'BLANK PAGES'. Picture from Google It’s funny  How people change with time, or rather how we do. Traits that we never knew about suddenly start to surface, and then the relationship starts to get blurry. Long talks are replaced by short conversations, and those friendly warm hugs are replaced with formal ones. What went wrong, we never seem to figure out, nor do we try to mend things. Our minds remain firm, our ego keeps rising. But our hearts? They feel empty.  It’s funny  How easily we tend to walk away, or rather how we can watch someone else walk away from our lives. We make somebody feel worthless, or we watch ourselves getting stabbed. When we leave, we tell the other person to hold himself or herself toget

Image from: fanpop.com “Open up!” She screams. “What do you want?” I scream back. “Open up now else watch how I get you screwed.”  I sigh and get up.  Some people just don’t change.. Sania stands in front of me. She looks beautiful in the sari mum purchased for her. She looks grown up. It’s weird.  She barges into my room. “Ah, look at you. You look like a tramp. Do something with your hair for heaven’s sake.” She says, picking at the strands of my hair.  “Let go of me. What do you want?” I push her away and stare at her angrily.  “In case you remember, Rahul’s coming over today. You better behave.”  “Fuck off Sania. You’re the ill mannered bitch.” I scream. “Girls! What’s going on?” My mother walks in.  “Nothing” The two of us say, together.  “So, no telling Rahul that I cheated on him while he was away.”  “What else?” I ask. I knew this was coming up.  “Nor are you telling him that I peed in front of the boys that night just to show them that

News came. I don’t know how I heard it, but I did. And I couldn’t digest it. It couldn’t be real. I stand in the corner wearing a black dress. It’s raining. I let myself get wet. I can’t go close to anybody. George is lying in a black coffin, far away from me. Soldiers surround the coffin. People salute as the coffin is buried. I can’t see it all. I run away to the woods and remain there, just hoping that George would return somehow.  … Months passed and so did years.  George always said that time would heal the pain. It didn’t. I loved him and I still do.  He left but he gave me a part of him.  Jake holds my hands tightly as we walk to the graveyard. He’s four. It’s his first visit to his father. I kiss the grave softly and tears start filling up my eyes. Jake sits down on my lap and wipes my eyes. “Dad is looking at us mom. We have to be brave like he was.” He looks into my eyes and kisses my forehead.  The sun shines on us. The light highlights Jake’s

I’ve known George since I was seven. We grew up together. Later, I fell for him. But for him, I was nothing apart from a neighbour and someone who he ran to when his assignments needed completion. He was rich, spoilt. He had girls all around him. We lead different lives. And then, one fine day, he left for his training. We hardly saw each other after that. I tried to forget about him. I went out with different men, but no, none could get George out of my mind. And so, I am twenty-one and have liked just one boy.  “Aren’t you scared of dying?” I ask.  “I’ve learnt to let go of my fears. With time, everything heals.” He holds my hands as we walk. “When are you leaving?” I ask him.  “In two days.”   We walk in silence after that. I want to remain that way with him, besides me. I don’t want him to leave.  … The next two days pass by very quickly. I spend every second I could with George. We spent the days roaming around, swimming in the waterfall, going for long dri