Eclipse

Am I a wildflower? Am I a human? What am I? I am A wildflower A human Both I bloom after rejection I stand tall after being stepped on I wait all the winters beneath tons of snow Just to blossom at my fullest all summer long With brightest colors that will never fade In places where no one expects In plains that no one visits But I will still bloom For my heart and soul For myself Because I am a human A wildflower...

I am a girl I cry often Not because my heart is fragile Not because my feelings get hurt very easily Not because my relations are not enough for me But because I am tired Tired of holding on for too long Tired of trying for a thousand times and still fail Tired of keeping it all in I have kept my feelings to myself for so long That they occupied all the space in my heart and mind Now I can't hold on I can't tell myself that everything is going to be alright My heart doesn't accept these justifications anymore Nor do my brain feeds itself with lies of better tommorow I know that everything is going to be the same or worst maybe And it makes me cry Don't I deserve better Maybe no That makes me cry as well Every single time when I feel degraded I cry Every time I feel alone I cry Every day when I feel hopeless I cry Being a girl is difficult Being a human is worse There is no euphoria in living There is depression and despair And those who cry ...

A couple of months ago he (my best friend) advised me to start writing properly. As not for fun but I should make it a habit of mine to write if not every day but must once a week. So, I thought for weeks and finally I started this blog. Where I share with you the occasional writer in me. Everything was fine I wrote six to seven posts fairly fast and then there was a break. This break was not because I was very busy with my studies or life, no, it was because I am very impatient. I never do justice with whatsoever I do. I leave things halfway because I get bored. Every once in a while I get inspired by a better idea than the one I am working on and boom … I leave my current work and start a new one. I do this with books that I read, paintings, sketches, doodles, movies that I watch, crafts and writing too. One of my earlier blog post was about patience. In that post I talked about patience and about myself. I told in that post that I am patient in my relationships and in...

Some days ago I was signing up for a website and there the signup form asked me to write some lines about myself. I normally end up writing about my nationality, educational career, my roles, interests, hobbies and all. But that day I thought and went on thinking until I left the website without signing up and turned off the laptop. Today, a week or so passed after that incident and I am here still thinking about my “self”. I am not indescribable nor am I having any type of identity crisis. I just was thinking that whatever I think or do describes me? My experiences, my success and my failures everything describes me? If no why I have to add them up on everything I submit somewhere? Why do I need a certificate of being a successful person in my previous job or being? Doesn’t value matters? Why do “what do you do?” matters more than “what you are?” In this techno-mechanical world finding a true soul is very important. A person who is not successful in highlights, headlines, Fac...

Tonight I am gonna be alright Cz I gave my heart to you Cz it all just feels so new Tonight I m gonna map a life Cz I found a world in you No lie it is but so true Tonight I m gonna get a flight From the sorrows I get to face To a new way on steady pace Tonight I m gonna sleep in blue Not worrying the demon in head To a new sun shining and red I'll set out as the birds will coo I'll fight my way to you Tonight, Tonight, Toniiiiiggghhht...

To Men Who are trying hard  To get their family through Hard times Alone  To men who are yet to have  Children of their own To men who adopt children  To give them name and fame  To men who lost their children  In accident or in flame  In hard times of the country  Or in the bloody game  To men who have to be  Single fathers in here  To men who are trying hard For union out there  To Fathers to be  And not to be  Not forgetting mothers  Standing up as fathers  To you all I say  Happy Father’s day !

They say that nothing protects the heart like patience. I agree… Totally agree. The more patience you have the more at peace you feel yourself. I particularly like to keep myself at peace. I don’t get my hopes up too high too fast nor do I serve my doubts for too long. I never let my fear come out of my mouth. I am not the strong one … not at all. I may be the weakest of all but I am better than many and that certainly doesn’t make me a hero. I had to realize that not everyone can handle everything. Rough times are always there and I can never put up with everyone around me. People make promises on a sunny day but not everyone understands that what it really means to stand by someone in storm. People not only leave your side but also forget you all the way because despite you being sincere and rightful they think you are not. They are so used to fake things and relations that they don’t want anything real anymore. They are just looking out for a version of themselves. But I … I am p...