It's so lovely to walk on an empty road
It's not loneliness but a peaceful abode
The winds going slowly
Making your hairs a messy fun
You make the map to walk on
Nothing specific for your attention to lock on
You take your favourite turns
You can open yourself and run
The grass even on your side seems greener
You are not you but someone with a different demeanor
You might go back to the memory lane
But it's so nice that it doesn't give you pain
You can remember your favourite song
You might realise you haven't listened it for so long
You might sigh but it's a sigh of relief
There is no one to give you social anxiety
You can think the things you never think about
You can feel the emotions you were unaware about
It's not tragic
But just magic
Sometimes it hits you exactly in your core. The realisation that you just not have that one person with whom you are never going to be angry, the person who gets your mood even before you realise, and someone to whom you can rant everything out.
Do you ever think 'how did I end up here?' Like you are in a maze and totally lost and it's all your fault because you were the one who made every turn? And you know that there are many routes that could have helped you out, because you hear all the people on the outside of the maze who made it through, and they are laughing and smiling. And sometimes you get a glimpse of them through the hedge. A fleeting shape through the leaves. And they seem so damn happy to have made it and you don't resent them, but you do resent yourself for not having their ability to work it all out. Do you? Or is this maze just for me?
The Midnight Library by Matt Haig
*TRIGGER WARNING*
I heard somewhere, 'Rape is not about sex it's about violence and dominance.' and I couldn't agree more, but this also made me think that there are so many forms of rape, it's not only physical but mental, social and emotional.
Whenever a girl is told that she should not do something because she is a female, she gets mentally raped, whenever a girl is not given equal respect in society, she gets socially raped and whenever all this continues, she gets emotionally raped. It's not like only men are raping women but I think women are a part of this too, in reality it's the whole patriarchy. I don't think there is a single woman who has not been raped in some form, atleast once by this patriarchy and like physical rape it leaves pain, wounds and kill us from within.
I know rape is a heavy word and I should not use it like this and sorry if it triggers anyone but for me what women go through on a daily basis is also not that simple. It's just my thoughts and nothing more.
Writing my heart out was never easy
But her friendship was so breezy
I first met her on the school bus
She had a lot of questions to buzz
Who was I, why was I so
I was new so she did not know
We got to talking slowly
The bond was new but cozy
We became close
Just two nut heads with screws loose
She became candid
Although my shyness still bid
She was never the perfect soul
But I appreciated her flaws in its whole
People told me she is imposing
I just thought that people were intruding
Many hated her for being honest
But for me her honesty brought us closest
I never knew a person who could speak her heart out
She was different without a doubt
She was a critic at best
She always reviewed me like the rest
We are poles apart
But still together at heart
We had the greatest blast
With her i even wished for the uncomfortable bus trips to last
We never found a medication to our condition
But it gave a lot of happy moments to our edition
It was so easy with her
She never bothered if my answer was contrasting with her
We were comfortable in our skin
We never expected each other to be akin
We have been close through ups and downs
Even talking once a few months didn't bring our friendship to ground
She always said seven years are all we need
After that nobody can break our bond even if they bleed
I didn't take it seriously ever
But now it is a truth forever
Today she means a lot
I never regret doing something for her even as much as a dot
I am willing to be her safety net
I will always be in her debt
The best thing about characters of a book is not what they do in the book, it's the little backstory about them. The story that makes them what they are in the book. No character is beautiful without their backstory. And ain't it the same with humans??
Sitting alone I always miss the time I didn't need company
The time when I felt secure even when no one offered security
The time when without taking the effort to make friends I had a lot of them
I miss the comfort I got in my mother's arms
The time when she was just a room away and not, a call away
I miss the childhood mistakes
The time when irrespective of the kind of my mistake I was always forgiven
I miss when love was always around
The time when I didn't have to find someone who loves me
I miss when adulting seemed fun
The time when I didn't realize that independence can be a burden too
I miss when fulfilling our dreams was the biggest dream
The time when I didn't know how difficult it is in reality
I miss and I miss
But the most i miss is when i didn't have to sit alone
The time when even being alone i knew that I am not alone
Sorry but I care
I know the anger on my face kills you
I know my rude ways make you sad
But do I have a choice
Every word I speak out of love you take for granted
Every thing I ask as a well-wisher you consider nagging
Yes the world exist and you need to bother about it
But how to explain that in front of that world I see you
Your pain and problems are my concerns
The worldly affairs don't worry me
I thought our relation was different and we shared a special bond
But every time you hide your pains you just break another chord
I know I am not the best nor I stand for you without rest
But yes I feel and your moods make a great lot of deal
Seeing people bother you, grieves me equally as it does to you
But just because I don't say doesn't mean I cannot feel you
You always think I don't care or understand
While in reality I am just confused how to take a stance
I don't know what to do because you never express your expectations
And when I share my expectations you just consider it insecurities
I know I am not what you want and I know I cannot be what you want
This is what aches me brings the anger to my face, the rudeness in my ways
Sorry for all of that
But I care is all I have
It's so easy to forgive what someone said to you but it's so difficult to forgive what they say about the people you love the most...
So make sure you don't say anything wrong about someone in front of their loved ones because they might eventually forgive but they would never ever forget.
The world is pretty miserable around but recently I found some hope, it was not some mental thought but a person. We tend to derive positive emotions from the people who are close to us or those we love but this person was actually nothing more than an acquaintance, he was neither my love nor my friend or family. He was just an acquaintance, a person who was around me because he was supposed to be. Now coming to why he was a ray of hope. While growing up we start losing our innocence, our happy vibe and energy, we get burdened by responsibility and so on but this person was different, he was in his 20s but his eyes were innocent as a 2 years old, he was also going through enough but his smile was enough to wash your pains. This feeling I got while being around him was different, he was warm as a winter sun. It never felt like things would go wrong around him, I know I was in a different place then but he was enough to give me hope.
What it feels like to break a bond that was never there
What it feels like to wake up from a dream and realise reality is here
What it feels like to know that you are not the one
What it feels like to think someone unknown has left you abandoned
What it feels like to know you were never good enough
What it feels like to live in a bluff
What it feels like to expect too much
What it feels like to have a wrong hunch
What it feels like to consider love would come by
What it feels like when the one you like breaks all ties
What it feels like to have a void
What it feels like to not being able to avoid
It definitely feels too much
It's so much that you eventually give up
It's so elaborate that you get numb
But you still think what it feels like to...