Mom: I don't mind you accusing me of not loving you. Why did you fall out with your best friend " N"?
Me: That's not your problem, mom. I don't owe you an explanation.
Mom: I heard you make that girl weep always?
Me: You might have also heard that she makes me weep too. Didn't you hear that?
Mom: God knows what. You can't get along with anyone. Just like your father.
Me: Don't drag my father into this. He's dead. Let him rest in peace.
Mom: I have to. You've inherited all his traits. Anger, stubbornness, unforgiving, grumbling.. just like him.
Me: And.... what else? So you're telling me that my dad had no good qualities in him?
Mom: Did I say that? He was a good man. Just that he was ...
Me: Good morning Old man
Uncle: Good morning. I've bought something for you.
Me: Hmm
Uncle: You're not asking me what it is?
Me: Oh it must be something I don't like. What else can I expect from an oldie like you.
Uncle: You're very FATTED. Okay I'll tell you.. I've bought you a new pressure cooker.
Me: Hahahahahaha.
Uncle: What's that laugh for?
Me: I already have one and I've never touched it. Why another?
Uncle: That's why I bought you another. This one is smaller. Try cooking your favorite sweet today.
Me: God save the woman who married you. No wonder she visits you less often.
Uncle: Why?
Me: I can imagine what you've been buying her every alternate day. Pressure...
My brain sees in black and white. My heart sees in gray. It takes me a lot of words to say very little. I can’t find words a lot. I had to write to process. Writing your every feeling on social media has its disadvantages, people knew how to exploit me.
I got a degree in Psychology because I didn’t understand why people behaved the way they do. Why people would want to be hurt someone, and honestly, why people thought such incorrect assumptions about me.
Not knowing why others lashed out; feeling their hatred even though what they said seemed to be the opposite. I took people at their word. I could also feel it when others didn’t like me. I have sensed it my entire life. Felt the isolation,...
Doctor: You're back! What's wrong?
Me: The meds are giving me nightmares.
Doctor: What nonsense!
Me: It's complete sense. I feel like I'm being poisoned.
Doctor: That's a hormone replacement pill. It will take some time for your body to get adjusted to it.
Me: And till then.. you want to keep having nightmares?
Doctor: Of course.
Me: What?
Doctor: The pill has no side effects. You're the first one complaining of all this. I've handled thousands of patients so far. What are you talking?
Me (talking to myself): Do I deserve this .. Jesus? Do I?
Doctor: Yes.. you deserve it because you talk too much.
Me: Doc.. This isn't the time for revenge. I'm serious. I'm having nightmares.
Docto...
Doctor: Glad to see after three years. What's wrong?
Me: I don't know. You have to figure that out.
Doctor: haha. You hate visiting me regularly. That's the problem.
Me: True.
Doctor: Hand me the report.
Me: I feel like it's the end of the world.
Doctor: For you or me?
Me: For me:(
Doctor: You imagine too much.
Me: Who wants to live with aches and pains everywhere? In the first place, I can't wake up in the mornings. If I wake up, I can't eat . If I eat, I can't digest, I cant walk.. I can't do anything.
Doctor: I can't stop laughing.
Me: Doc.. I'm serious.
Doctor: Relax. Relax. That's all you need.
Me: What?
Doctor: You are stressed. That's the cause of all your miseries.
Me: ...
Teri Marji
Tu khairiyat se hai
Mai khus hun,
Yun, milne aane jaane ka
Ab bahana nahi hota.
Tu dikhti hogi khus
Is chehre se,
Tera yun,
muskura kar gum chupana
Gawaara nahi hota,
Thi yaari,
Teri meri,barso purani
Bannawati Dosti me ab yun,
Rah-rah kar gujara nahi hota.
#BlueTickedStatus
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Looking eye to eye, he said "Someday you'll find someone who cares for you. Won't you not be faithful to him? Won't you not hide our love in a dark room?"
And he said " Though she wears my ring on her finger, you'll always wear my warm embrace" .
We meet people in our life path without even knowing how much they can influence our life’s. Before really knowing someone, that one person was just like all others but after getting to know him/her, a connection starts to grow.
One starts to feel comfortable while being with that person that every little time spent with him/her, is just not enough. At that point one realizes that one doesn’t want to miss him/her anymore. That’s the story of two strangers, like we all once were after having found someone, whom we can now call best friend.
Cultivate that relationship, since it’s up to you if people will stay in your life or not, otherwise one will loose track of each other, since giving an...
Trap me in your paper-lined heart,
Permanent ink,
There are no waves to wipe clean
The minutes already gone;
Accept the silence
For company,
Pour a cup of tea
And extinguish your words
With air, or else,
Tuck them gently into a pocket
Where they will crinkle with
Each move you make
Until one day you reach for change
And bring out this tattered paper
Trying to open it gently,
But it disintegrates,
Releasing you, finally,
From the weight of it all.
"It's funny how day by day, nothing changes. But when you look back everything is different."
When I look back, everything is a mess! I just didn't handle things the right way.
If she would be reborn she would fly up the sky as an eagle, where the sun and the sea are while observing the people and protecting the endless sea, there where she belongs.
She isn’t like the others, an eagle normally would fly where the woods are, for food hunting. She doesn’t follow the usual norm, she is different, in her own way and that’s divine. That’s the awesomeness of being unique, love yourself a bit more and don’t follow the norm, it’s wonderful if you are different it’s even more wonderful after discovering it!
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I see, I photograph and a story comes along... but who is “she”?
There was always something inside her, she just needed the right key to let that all out... but...
Different songs, different languages but who cares. When it touches your soul you know you become one with the song, even though you might not understand the language. The beat is all that counts!
First, connect with the inside of a song where the beat, the heart, the soul lyes. The outside connection will then automatically come by itself, by understanding the lyrics, and meaning, even though the language is unknown.
The miracle of life, is to understand something not only with our brain but with our soul too. Life can be so beautiful after having discovered this gift we all have inside us. Most important is that this rule should be applied with humans too. First, fall in Love with the cha...
I long for conversation. An intelligent meeting of the minds, fueled by passion, and spoken with kindness and laughter. And held up with a little too much optimism and sprinkled with just the right amount of sarcasm.
I want to share ideas, talking about black holes, and the infinite. Singing praises to what ever new music you're into. To wonder aloud the greatness of old philosphers, and if their words still hold any true meaning in the world we live in.
I need to share, to give and take in equal measure. To be filed up with your thoughts, hopes and dreams.
I am so tired of shallow, I can longer stand for the superficial. I don't want any more small talk.
I want something that runs d...
the crazy never learn
the depressed never change
the lost ones never journey
the mean ones never cry
DAY ONE.25
D's brother had died. Now she doesn't speak. She cuts herself to the rhythm of a happy song.
DAY ONE.5
C's boyfriend cheated on her. With M. Now she locks herself in her room and rocks back and forth listening to a happy song as well.
DAY ONE.75
M got caught cheating with someone else's boyfriend. She doesn't know who that person is. But she doesn't feel bad. She feels te-
DAY ONE.99
L''s family is gone. Left behind. He went out into the world. And got lost.
DAY TWO.25
D came out of her room. Her mother told her to. She went shopping. ...
Spinning coppers spark debate
tossed in flippant defiance
erupting from the end of a megaphone
leaving little room for civil discourse
in such a public arena
and one might almost believe
that this was your permanent intention
shouting down any opposition
with a totality of practiced derision
that we've come to expect from
your porcine primadonna acolytes
made up and utterly obvious
cue the spectacle
entrance stage left
...but that's just my two cents
for whatever that gets you these days
