You Say You Wanna Be Pretty,

In pursuit of peace and perfection, in pursuit of power and progression. In pursuit of gratitude and growth, in pursuit of wisdom and warmth. In pursuit of life and it's meaning, in pursuit of God's grace and it's healing In pursuit of endless dreams and broken stars, in pursuit of an eternal remedy for ,all my scars. In pursuit of care and respect. In pursuit of love perhaps. Little did I ever know, that in these endless pursuits of life itself, I would find all the answers, in you.

-mauli

Be a raw and wild

Poison ivy

in this field full of

sensitive little touch-me-nots.

Be a witch ,

to those who try to hurt your soul,

and trust me honey,

then on you'll be invincible.

Life's tough,

but so are you.

Tough time never last

but tough people do...

so far it's just a crush

i wore my favorite cocktail dress; it's

cinderella-blue. remember we were

wedding guests; you were tipsy when

i met you. i collected all my crazy, hid

my flaws from view. but i was caught

red-handed, burning all for you

Pen

If you get this, answer with three random things about yourself and send this to the last seven blogs in your notifications anonymously or not! Let's get to know the person behind the blog! ☺️

Thanks for asking this!

So 3 things about me....Let's see:

I am 17yr old Indian girl

2. i love taking pictures of the sky

3. I am OBSESSED with every form of creative writing, be it poetry, essay, story, ballads, songs, shayaris etc. i am obsessed.

btw this is my first ever ask, so thanks for that! :D

Sometimes the scenarios i make up in my head amaze me.

They are so beautiul, so dreamy, so perfect, so much *needed*, it makes my heart ache from the thought that they can never come true, not ever in the exact same dreamy manner as they do in my mind. I would never find that perrffectt person and never will those deliberate- indeliberate touches and talks and gazes and moments happen...

It leaves me longing and hopeless, I guess my expectations from life , at moments, become too far-fetched.

The only way out, to turn them into reality, is to-

write down the scenario,

develop a story that is actually comprehensible (paiinnnn),

write a novel,

knock doors of publishing houses,

get it published,

work to make it a bestseller,

become a filmwriter and director,

find a producer,

get external validation for script and find rest of the crew ;))

find the perfect music that goes with my fantasy,

find the handpicked perfect cast,

and make it into a adaptation movie.

(excuse the inaccuracy my process. i am not well acquainted with all this, at least not in this universe, but that is just how i imagine)

Then all my dreams *might* come true. Is it too much? or a bare neccesity for my dream to reality journey, i will never know i guess...

(this also totaly disrupts my path of pursuing STEM career, leaving another dilemma at my hand. Life just wouldnt stop being so *REAL*, now, would it ? :I Now my options are a) Reincarnation, b) discover multiverse and travel to the universe where i did write a novel and make a movie about it, by myself, and watch that.... arghh the things we do for the love of love )

this was just a thought, no self-emotions were hurt in this post (ok, maybe a few) (excruciating pain right in middle of heart, a major headache here and there.)

aw hell yeah !!

“Shoutout to myself because after everything I’ve been through, I still have a good heart”

— Unknown

Making mistakes and committing sins is only okay when you learn something from it and grow... If you can't learn something from your them, being okay with it is not okay and not worth it....

Tagged by the amazing amazing @sombrekisses

rules: share the latest line from your work in progress and then tag as many people as there are words in the line.

Line: "the light within , as it slowly succumbs"

Tagging some awesome people along! --

@ch3rryblo55oms @peace-on-lease @hazeltoheraugustus @mostafauniverse @wondercuck @moonlilyposts @ze-thoughts-are-stupid

In a world

as creepy as a graveyard,

one should seek solace

in the flowers rested upon the grave.

-mauli

I try to open my lips, utter a word,

like a million times.

Then I tell myself, "who cares?"

like a million times.

And i try to whine ,infront of myself

like a million times.

Again, i shut up and keep going

like a million times...

-mauli