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.
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.
People interest me. I look around in the sea of faces in hope to find someone who won’t creep out if I randomly blurt “Do you believe in destiny?” ; and well, I admit, it’s difficult to convince people I’m sane whenever I do that. And so, at the end, I compel myself to be satisfied with questions like “How is the weather?” and “where do you work?”
I’ve been writing for sometime now on WordPress and certainly feel intrigued with so many unique and beautiful views about life my fellow bloggers hold. So I’ve decided, instead of creeping out random people on the streets, I’d like to ask you all a few questions. You obviously don’t need to answer all of them, maybe 5, 2, or even 1 which you found to be thought provoking. And even if you don’t want to type all of that, maybe just ponder upon them? You might get to know so much more about your own thoughts!
So here are the questions!
- What is beauty to you?
- How do you define love?
- Do you believe in karma? Why?
- According to you, what is the meaning of life? Is there any?
- Do you believe in God? Why?
- What is your philosophy of life?
- List some of your favorite artworks. (Anything…movies, books, poetries, paintings, songs..)
- If everyone in the world had same interests as you, how different would the world be?
- What are the things you feel everyone should experience at least once in their life?
- What gives you hope?
- What does ‘home’ mean to you?
- What matters to you? Why?
- What is something you do different from everyone else?
- What are the little things you stop to appreciate and enjoy?
- Any life advice you’d like to share with me?
I’m looking forward to all your answers in the comments!
I am a wanderer
Where everything seems to be
I am a wanderer.
Bear with me
My questioning eyes
The way I’m never satisfied
I’m seeking for more
More than the universe places before me.
I am a wanderer
Don’t get tired
When I tell you
All this will never be
Enough to quench my thirst
Of finding the truth.
For I’m a wanderer
And you are where I’ll come back after every discovery;
You’re my pilgrimage, where I’ll come looking for peace
After every journey.