Lemme tell you a little something,
About this thing called happiness.
It feels unimaginably amazing.

        It makes your heart and soul sing,
        And cleans all your mess.
        It feels infinitely confining.

But if ya base it off the inconsequential,
It’ll leave a deep, sad stain on you,
And lessen your extraordinary potential.

     You gotta figure out what’s essential,
     Make time for the prettiest hues,
     And stop thinking of the existential.

I know it’s not that easy.
They kinda gnaw at you don’t they?
The scars, the constant reminder.

       They’re just so addictively queasy.
       Your poking leaves them on display.
       And your thoughts simply concur.

You just have to stop thinking.
Your thoughts must be prettily dressed.
And so, you’ll finally end your suffering.


Cease to exist

Places and people cease to exist when we move away from them. We move on, some way or the other, we forget their tiny details. We forget their flaws, their strengths. But, when they come back into our lives, we cease to believe that they still exist.
             I’ve forgotten so many people and places I didn’t want to forget. And I remember so many people and places I wanna forget.

             Life is just so weird.


We’re all idiots,
In some way or the other.
We cannot possibly know everything.
That is the truth, although it stings.
       I wanna know it all.
       I wanna learn a new language,
       And how to dance at a ball,
       And how to act on a stage.
We’re all just stupid.
In many different ways.
We don’t learn from our past,
And in turn, don’t let happiness last.
          I wanna just be happy.
          I wanna know the secret,
          To everlasting, never-ending joy,
          To not fall for sadness’s ploys.
We’re all not know-it-alls.
In fact, we don’t know,
The whole truth, to us, to life, to being.
We are content with just sightseeing.
          I wanna solve this mystery.
          I wanna know the truth,
          Of how we came to be,
          Of how we were made by He.
We’re all just pawns.
In the ultimate game.
The reasons are certainly unknown.
But, it is certain that we’re all lone.


Oh no! She’s better than me!
She does everything perfectly.
She is everything want I wanna be.
How can someone be so goddamn pretty?
        Why can’t I be her?
        Why can’t I have what she has?
        Why can’t I have legions of friends?
        Why can’t I have what she has?
How can someone be so lucky?
To be hot and rich and beautiful and pretty?
How can she get everything so easily?
She is a model, while I, a banshee.
         Why can’t I travel the world?
         Why can’t I know celebrities?
         Why can’t I be so amazing?
         Why can’t I just not be me?

Life hacks #3

My last few posts have been extremely short. Well, this post is not. Today, I’m gonna share with you all a new life hack.
      This is a series where I share my noteworthy experiences with you all, my fellow bloggers. And what makes these experiences so noteworthy is that, they teach me the most simple lessons. These lessons are certainly not new, but from time to time, I tend to forget these lessons, and they serve as a much-needed reminder.
       A few days ago, my friend and I decided to meet at a mall which was fairly close to my house. We met for coffee, discussed our love for Twenty One Pilots and rock music in general and then just roamed about the mall. We had a lot of fun, but since she stays far away, she had to catch the local train. And I decided to accompany her to the station. The reason why I decided to do so was because the station was between my house and the mall. So, I dropped her off to the station, and then headed towards my house.
      The road from the station to my house is filled with people, cars, bikes, and crooked tiles. No seriously, the footpath is not a smooth, flat piece of land. The footpath is made up of many crooked tiles pieced up together haphazardly.
     The walk from the mall to my house is about twenty minutes long, but is usually longer because of the pedestrians walking in the opposite direction and making something as simple as walking more time-consuming.
       As I was walking, the throngs of people ignored me and passed by me but a few slammed into me as well. The most notable pedestrian just stood in the middle of the sidewalk, and refused to move. I decided to walk around him and that led me to tripping over a crooked tile and breaking the strap of one of my flip-flops. I was outraged but I kept on walking. And since I was closer to home anyway, I decided to endure the hobbling.
     Have you ever experienced something so simply frustrating? If you have, I’ve got the perfect solution for YOU. This solution or life hack is called ‘Patience.’ Seriously. In this fast-paced life of ours, we tend to be impatient all the time. Fast food, fast rides, fast everything. And I was forced to take things slow because of my destroyed flip-flop. I decided to use that time imagining me wearing an other pair of my open-toed wedges with the straps over the toes. I also imagined be me being a yogini and wearing wooden slippers.

I imagined myself wearing this pair of slippers.

So, if you all, my dear bloggers are forced to take life slow for a few moments, try to make those moments bearable by being patient.
    And, this hack is 100% RAMEXA Approved! Tried and tested!

If you are stuck in an uncomfortable situation, how do you try to make that situation a bit more comfortable? Do comment!

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Why did you leave me

Why did you leave me?
When I needed you the most?
       You made the sun shine brighter.
        And made me a fearless fighter.
Why was it love at first sight?
You’re being mentioned in a post.
       You inspired me to love me for me.
        We were like sugar and green tea.
Why did you make me fantasize?
Of all the times I would boast,
     About how perfectly we would fit.
     We made the world’s greatest hit.
Why can’t I find you anywhere?
I’ve searched from coast to coast.
      Where are you?
      Oh, where are you?
      My scarlet red top.
I need you so that my eyes will pop.
      My figure-hugging top.
I love you because you’re not cropped.
      My long sleeved top.
You were always a hit and never a flop.
      My all time favourite top.
That was the best day, the day you were shopped.
     My confidence-boosting top.
Now I’m forced to wear the boring top the colour of taupe!

I want to get better.

I know I’ve gotta do something,
To change my thinking,
To be great at anything,
I know I’ve gotta be that something.
            But I don’t want to,
            I don’t want to be you,
            I wanna be my own pit crew,
            But I do want to.
I don’t want to be just ‘someone’,
I want to learn and have fun,
This is not over and done,
I want to be the ‘someone’.
     How does everyone perfectly know?
     The way to use the arrow and bow,
     The correct way to knead the dough,
      I want to know what they know.
I’ve gotta be absolutely amazing,
To not be just an unknown ‘who’,
I’ve gotta be that special one,
My curiosity needs to expand and grow.


Let it consume you,
Let it choke you,
Let it infiltrate you,
Let it annihilate you,
Let it take over you,
You wont be able to take it anymore.
            Don’t deny it,
            Don’t suppress it,
            Don’t let go of it,
            Don’t forget it,
            Don’t hate it,
You will crumble to the floor.

You will not get it,
You will get it,
You won’t hate it,
You will hate it,
You will want to get rid of it,
But you will be addicted to it.
               It welcomes you,
               It destroys you,
               It shatters you,
               It crushes you,
               It breaks you,
And you feel so dead,
That each breath makes you wonder,
“How am I still alive?”
          You lived through the pain,
           You made it out alive,
           You have so much to gain,
       YOU  have to prosper and thrive.