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.
You look like a dream to me.
So fragile, I fear you’ll
Spill like a hundred pearls
If I hold you too close
you look like a dream to me.
you look like my childhood
lost amidst the chaos until I found you
and found it again
you feel like all my beautiful childhood memories.
You look like happiness
laughing, throwing your head back, so carefree
smiling, crinkling your nose;
and even crying,
your head on my chest
letting go of all the things,
you look like happiness to me.
You feel like home
I run back to, every time
a place where I feel safe and loved and free.
You are not all the things that I had ever wanted
but all the beautiful things
I had lost
coming back to me.
I set up a table
to have a discussion
And invited everyone
Beggars, vagabonds, billionaires
Anyone who could answer my questions
I wanted to know what happiness was.
I looked up in every dictionary
every poem, song, picture
empty words filled my head
my heart filled with none
I looked around tired and empty
I looked around hollow eyes and fake Smiles
Just then, a little girl
came up to me
I asked her the same question
In her innocence she couldn’t understand
why would someone ask what is happiness?
she laughed at me innocently
And in her smile, in her laughter, I found all my answers.
That’s exactly what it is. So far, 2017 has been a year of surprises, realisations and a hell lot of desperate poems.
Plus, I am wayyy irregular with my blog. I am sorry sweeties ;-;
I was shuffling through my poems, and found this single decent one. ;-;
Of all the people in the room I’m undoubtedly the biggest admirer of life
isn’t there a beauty in everything around me;
even the way we fall
The way we smile in despair?
the way we talk
lies rolling out of our tongue
the way we cry;
Aren’t we pretty when we cry?
arent we mesmerizing when we try
to frantically hide in our little cages?
Aren’t scars beautiful;
and prisons wonderful
to be in?
I can never get enough of you, sadness
Ill come back misery, to admire your beauty
Will you spare me for a while if I tell you I’m just tired of everything around me?
You hurt me
I let you in
I let you touch
my bare skin
and regret it
You laugh at me
and your smile
oh! Your smile
it heals me.
I take your indifference
and smile that follows
as my duty, to preserve it
You know me
you know I have a
of never giving up on you.
I’m trying to mend our broken strings
By all the crumbled memories
We left far behind,
Of the times,
When you were right next to me.
All our secrets, adventures, tears
Are safely tucked, still between us
For in your smile, I still find the warmth
We still let our silence speak all our words.
I know I’ve never told you,
What you’ve been to me, all this time
Now as I see you fading,
I’m here helplessly waiting,
Trying to hold on to your light.
Yet you feel so distant,
I’ve put down all my walls for you;
Come back sunshine, it feels dark and scary;
I miss home, don’t you too?
For the starters, my tests went pathetic.
It’s been a while since I’ve written anything worth posting, and I miss you all! ( well, I miss your comments on my posts :p) and there’s so much to tell!
I hate class 12th ;-;
I’ve started using YourQuotes, a writing app, and it’s amazing! Do check it out!
And if anyone of you is on YourQuotes, do follow me! 😛
I’ve been using Duolingo, a French learning app for a few months, and I’m in love with it! It’s one smooth talker! .-.
Sometimes bae is just too extremely dramatic,
I love you too, Duolingo.
All the love! ❤❤
You come to me
With words of affection
With a heart, that you say
Beats only for me.
You come to me, with the intention
But darling, don’t you see,
You never go close to the waves
You were made to admire deep waters from a distance;
And my love is an ocean
Which desires surrender.