Well, this is just an incident i would love to share with you all. Thankyou for reading :).
I’ve always had this passion for football, maybe much more than the boys who play better than me in the park everyday. Even after being told by practically everyone not to go play with them, i picked up myself rather confidently hoping no one would notice the scared and awkward girl behind that tough wall. Not hard to guess, they said they dont play with girls. That actually hit hard on my esteem, bit quite unbashed i tried my best to fit in. I fell, and picked up myself without complaining. Everyone would make fun of me, constantly reminding me i dont belong here. Some of the boys did realise my love for the game was bigger than my ego and had no other choice but to pass the ball occasionally.
Nothing has changed; i still fight everyday, i still fall, help myself, get occasional passes and high-fives, but now the boys are used to my presence and i am used to their attitude.
Now i’m the only girl they would play with and wait for to come down in the same confident way everyday.
I wrote a sonnet
In your glory,
Only to realise
There’s nothing to be celebrated
But it’s my ink that makes you
more than ordinary.
I recently stumbled upon a blog Proshayar and I’d love you a to check it out!
Not a big fan of shayari but a shouout to Abhinav Sharma, the author to this site for making me smile with each line 🙂 I really feel his work needs more readers!
Go go go! 😛
We are a tragedy
A timeless piece of sad song
A soulful creation,
Of a broken heart.
We are wanderers
With our love, a burned up bridge
A sinking ship
Faded colors of a butterfly
We are a child’s diminishing faith
Birds with wings tied,
Longing to fly.
Maybe if there’s anything in this world
As beautiful as our love,
Darling, it is our destruction.
You are the dream
I want to wake up to, every morning
Enveloped in your presence
As the day breaks through our window.
Darling, you are the one
Who holds my fragility
And I feel so safe, surrendered
Falling for you.
You are the sunlight through the curtains
Surrounding me in the divine glow
You are the night breeze, kissing me cold
The warmth of my blanket, putting me to sleep
The stillness in my heart
Never letting me sleep
The stillness in my heart
To places I never knew.
You are the song of my best mistakes
I would never want to undo
The ones that’ll help me stay alive
The ones that would kill me
If they wish to.
You are everything I ever wanted
Everything that’s mine
Everything I long for, every single night.
You drive me crazy.
my head runs out of control
you set it free.
You know no mercy.
You’re so scared , and small
Yet you stand tall
And crumble down, into a handful
I laugh at your innocence,
Cry at your ignorance
You fill my head with theories.
Empty words, in my ears,
Going on and on
When will you understand?
You’re just a silly liar
Just a little child
Trying to make sense, out of everything
There’s nothing wrong with you, honey
You’re just lost.
And I’ll find you
And love you,
When you finally leave
Just tell me
And I promise, that I won’t cry.
And I promise I won’t ask you to stay for a while.
Ill wash my old bed sheets
so that they don’t smell like you anymore.
I will clean my door of your footsteps,
my lips of your taste;
I will throw away your clothes
and make room, open my curtains
for the world outside.
And I’ll do everything I can to forget you.
But when someday,
my morning coffee
reminds me of your eyes;
someday when I take my medicines on time,
remembering your scoldings.
When someday the innocence of a child
or the Waves of an Ocean
thunders, or soft breeze, or the wild
remind me of you
one day when I realize
in my habits, I have yours too
my words sound like you
and after you I never really felt at home anywhere
maybe, just maybe
Ill long for you
I don’t feel emotions
I weave poetries
Instead of tears
Words fall out of me.
When my heart is broken
I hold it with rhymes and syllables
I don’t write poems
They roll out of my tongue with ease.
In the waging war
Before picking up the sword
My fingers reach for ink
Before the enemy, I sing war songs.
In the face of defeat
Instead of calling out for pleads
My heart spills out my fears, courage, tribulations
By screaming poetries.
To love, I whisper
Compliments woven in free verses
I admire love, beauty, happiness, pain
With metaphors and similies
I don’t write to express
I am made of poetries.
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