♥♪ჱL!fe Through My Eyes♥♪ჱ

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...

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. A...

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 t...

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 th...

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...