The Deranged Thoughts Of A Girl

I don't know if I have mentioned it before but anyways bear with me as I narrate it once more. My mother's and father's birthday are just a few days apart and usually we, I mean me and my siblings, do a lot of things like making cards, 'planning' to order cake, 'planning' to surprise them which usually and as long as I can remember ended in disasters. Once I had an idea to wake my dad at 12am to wish him happy birthday. So we all eagerly waited for the clock to strike twelve and it took ages. And because we had such amazing patience, we decided to go in at 11:50pm assuming that we would need a lot of time to wake him up (also we were so impatient to execute the plan). Anyways we sneaked into the room and started waking up my dad. He was so fast asleep that even though our mom started shouting with irritation, he didn't even flinch at all. At last we got him to wake up which resulted in angry protests(he was still a bit asleep), and also a 5 minute and

As my heart shrunk, the pain widened,the eyes turned evil and my mind was haunted. There is nothing in the world I despise more than sadness. It just irritates me. Like having a worm climbing into my body ( okay,now that is disturbing). It just makes me angry that sadness exists in the world when there are so many things to be happy about. I mean just look at the sky. Don't tell me it doesn't cheer you up. I am not saying that I am always happy and have never been sad but I make an immense effort to stay alive. Yes, you heard me right. I know I haven't got the meaning right. Alive means being able to experience all emotions right? But something about it puts me off. I don't know if its me or it just happens for everyone;when I know that someone in the same space as me is sad, I feel like I don't know, just sad. So it is true that sadness is contagious. No wonder people try to put up a big wide smile even if their heart is breaking and getting crushed to the sma

You can see her in your drying tears, The ones you never wiped away, Because you knew it was to be the mark, The mark of that beautiful moment. You can see her in your mirror as she stares at your soul, That tells you to fight for what you really desire, You know who she is but you refuse to accept, Because the chains of your broken wings has left bruises. But I hope you realise that the glimpse, The glimpse of your soul, The glimpse of your heart, And the glimpse of your magic, It has a magnificent story to tell, A story that illuminates the very presence of your being.

Maybe I've been writing a lot about love these days. Maybe I behave in a way that 'people in love' does. Maybe love is very underrated. I am very concerned about this fact. so, here is my epitome on it. Or maybe I am just ranting about why I see love from a whole different angle and it might sound weird to you guys but its a pretty elevated feeling. "I don't wanna marry", these four words can cause chaos in the most peaceful situations. Trust me, if you feel like your parents or just people doesn't give much attention to you, I promise you that these four magic words stringed together can give you the ultimate fame. You become the source of all silly debates,attention forms a heavy cloud over your head promising to shower you with it all day. I mean its nothing but its everything. I hope you are getting the gist of it. Because I relate to everything with my experiences, I might be able to tell you all about my life with this tiny topic (so shallow,huh?

As she stared at the emptiness of life, Hoping to find a new meaning. She stumbled upon this black and white world, And smiled for she knew what to do. A tiny splash was all it needed, And a beautiful heart to accept it. But her colours were lifeless, Crumbling around for a tiny bit of clarity, She cried for her soul was tired, Tired of trying so hard. Tired of trying to fit in. Tired of being alive. And then she saw him, The perfect colours he wore. The perfect black and white. And she felt embraced, She felt elated to take the chance. He was mesmerised by her wonders, But more loved by her colours. And somehow they were perfect, Perfect for a new birth of soul. Hands entwined, hearts beating, Souls connecting, lives awakening, They painted a life, a new meaning, A perfect mess.

  My heart beating fast,hands holding on tightly,sweating a lot,but with a huge smile on my face I said "Mom,be careful! Don't worry,I am holding the cycle." "Don't you dare leave me! Omg,I should have stayed at home. I am gonna die!!", she screamed. I let go of my hands sweating profoundly. I couldn't stop smiling at how beautiful the moment was. Someone striving to achieve their dreams is an amazing sight. It makes you believe in miracles. It makes you persistent that there is no bullshit as broken dreams- those are the dreams 'we' are scared to achieve. With my hands on my knees,hair a stupid mess,panting heavily ,I wished the whole world was there to witness the moment.   "How did I ride? Was it correct? I did it ,right?", my mom asked in a hurry. Although she cycled in a zig-zag mode which would most probably kill half the people on the road, I flashed her a thumbs up and smile. Before she could set out on another killing spree, I

You often hear the constant blabbering of 'I wish I was an adult' , 'I am not a baby', 'I can make my own decisions', well basically the stuff that make 'being an adult' look good. Well, I am not saying that being independent and happy is bad. But the consequences of being an adult is kinda disturbing. Okay,give me a chance, let me explain. Do you remember times when people get really serious-eyed (I don't think that's a correct description. Damn it,grammar Nazis) and they take your hand in theirs and say "You are just beginning to live life. You'll face a lot of problems in future". Well, the first time I heard this was when one of my teacher held the class for a break to explain her life story and trust me, her eyes became foggy,she stuttered when she said 'difficulties', and had a fearful expression on my face. It scared the fuck out of me. So why was the journey of an adult so full of emotions?   I am not talking abou