Story of An Insomniac.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “To Sleep, Perchance to Dream.”

One threaded in moss dreams
Dangling from a teardrop
Let the words drip like dew
Healing and soothing the cracks
Within my stone heart

The tales told from the soul
Tilts on the eyelash
A blink away
Those tales fall inside the iris galaxy
Where sleep becomes a lullaby

For the restless.

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MondayThoughts-

To be and to be creative are synonymous. It is impossible to be and not to be creative. But that impossible thing has happened, that ugly phenomenon has happened, because all your creative sources have been plugged, blocked, destroyed, and your whole energy has been forced into some activity that the society thinks is going to pay.
Just be and the world will adjust.

Have a great week ahead.
A x

Plead the Fifth

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Plead the Fifth.”

“What are your plans ahead?” – People.

“I plead the fifth” Me. *While I’m killing the person 127578th time in my head*

“It’s really tough to survive out there, people will try to run you over”People.

*sits down next to them and sympathetically looks into their eyes* I don’t care.Me.


All through life most people cannot wait for a chance to step into the real world- Anticipating the chance to have more fun and more opportunities to do things that were always looked upon as being mature and cool. I’ve incessantly appreciated the idea of not being what people expect me to be. Sometimes I fail to believe so. I can surely blame myself but that’s not it. There’s more. There will always be more. Because people. Well hello? I’m under no obligation to make sense to anyone.

I honestly have no clue about my plans ahead!  I’m a pessimist, yes, but that doesn’t make me want to think my life in black and gray. I have painted a picture in my mind which has money, lessons, memories and lots of nutella jars. I don’t know the “how” and “when” but I do know the “why”. Because I know how much I’m asking for. There is a fine line between being concerned and being a pop-up nag.

Pop-up Nags – (n.) People who constantly pop-up in your life with feckless and cyclical questions who generally mistake their imagination with their memory.

Well, I don’t remember how I came up with this word but its close enough. The principle is quite familiar to the word “pop-up ad”. The similarity between “pop-up ads” and “pop-up nags” is that they both are a form of advertisements. Some are advertisements for a good cause but fails to differ (meaning some people who ask just for the sake of asking) while the others are existing just to annoy the human race. What better way to get a person to a specific level than to put advertisement right in their face whether they want it or not? That’s what I think when they ask me about my plans ahead. I’m twenty and there’s just so much to think. How can I manage to encapsulate all my thoughts and queries about my future in few sentences? I have so much to learn yet and I cannot wait to face my challenges and fail in some, because that is my contemporary plan and I’m sticking to it.

So that’s THAT!

Is that too much for pleading the fifth?

Maybe. Maybe not.

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P.S – This question really vexes me. So much so that I nearly began to rant about the society, about which I love to criticize. If only I could say “asdfghjkl” in real life.

*sigh*

A Moment.

Looking down to a porch where the Bluebells grow
Next to them the wild garlic will show
An old dusted swing creeks with a century of age
With brand new shoots and the sun they crave
A crystal clear thought to sublime and make my nest
Flows in my conscious what Sir Milton thought of the rest
The gentle swooping wind swifts down like dive bombing planes
In a field of pure sunset like country lanes
In the distance a Wood Pigeon coos
And the rest of the birds also voice their views
Beneath this sunset filled velvet persian sky
Hear the distinctive sound of a Pheasant cry
As dusk sets in with moon rising higher
far away glows a farmers pyre
Soon to come the majestic Bat
Skillfully collecting Moth and Gnat
Stood up to the wind debating on directions
A moment screaming perfect kind to non-fiction
Twelve hundred seconds of the life spent
And I shall call this My Moment.

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Blogger Note: I am on a weekend get-away at a hill station where my brother studies in a boarding school. Today I found myself sitting here at an old swing, reading Paradise Lost by JOHN MILTON. Maybe that’s why I was inspired to express my Moment in a form of poem.
It was simply magical. 🙂
Have a lovely weekend ❤

RE-LAPSED LOVE!

 Hi! I’ve been too much into poems lately. I draft it and then trash it away (Oh! the irony!! ). Well, today I’m posting a poem I wrote on this day back in High School related to, obviously “Love”. When I re-read it today, I was like “Yuck! This doesn’t even make sense!” but  my friend Pray (who hates his name because it’s a verb) told me, “If it didn’t make sense to you.. you wouldn’t have written it” and I knew somewhere that though it’s stupid, I loved it anyway. I was so vulnerable back then, but when I see how far I have come from the last bench, corner row I think I am the most vulnerable now in the present than I was back then. Love is weird, and this poem is even more weirder.  

IF…

If love is full of ups and downs, then why does it go side-by-side?

If a man has got his basic needs, then why is it incomplete without love?

If love entails understanding, then why it devises misunderstanding?

If love is never-ending, then why does it has voids in between?

If love is splashing affection, then why is hatred is so de-hydrating?

If love is so sensitive, then why do we feel numb?

If love is real and true, then why are people so fake and false?

If love is like a game for some, then why do people live by the same rules?

If love is blind, then why can’t people cure it?

If love is about changing ones life, they why do people end up changing the definition of love instead?

If all these questions are too easy to answer, then how about this one…

IF LOVE IS SUPPOSED TO BE BEAUTIFUL, THEN WHY DOES IT CAUSE PAIN?

*hides under the blankie*

Have a great day!

-A

Deuce’s Rainbow.

As the sun goes down on my spirit 
The darkened sky rises black above it 
Clouds of infinite destinies begin to cry 
Not knowing of any reason why. 

Under pressure, the clouds grow thick 
Slowly time passes, yet the rain has yet to drip 
The sky grew from black to grey 
Choking any thoughts of yesterday. 

The past lives despite attempting to be free 
The future tries to grow like a deforested tree 
The rain starts to fall like little dark beads 
Strung into necklaces, drowning un-nurtured seeds. 

Black rain streaked through the sky 
Like it had nothing better to do, or try 
Trapped in the present between hello and goodbye 
It fell without trying, remorseful with nowhere to lie. 

It rained down black upon the ocean’s grim face 
And spread its black upon the open sea in disgrace 
The black moon knows the end is inside 
And behind the dark shadows it did hide. 

Dark Clouds hang the black rainbow in frame 
No one knows, sightless of the beauty, hidden in shame 
The rain is thick like bloodletting from above 
A strange sign of black coloured lover’s love. 

Then as it left, leaving sounds bereft, it whispered in my ear 
“Black rain will fall again, whenever you are near” 
I wanted to know black rain’s truth, yet it remained a mystery 
That black pain it put forth, in the way the answers alluded me.
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Just having one of those days!

-A

Valentine Plans – Style Diary!

Its the Valentines week!

Honestly the word “Love” and everything around and beyond it, is the biggest cliche in life. But I tend to enjoy the little things, (which just includes a gory stare and a deep *sigh* from my side)- I like the pretty little lightnings hung around the trees and the passage of the romantic dinner venues; and the fresh flowers on the early afternoons dinning table. And basically I admire all these universal things which reminds me of the universal ‘feelings’. It’s a day where every girl tries to look her best beautiful and the boys try to make their loved one realize the worth of her love. Their love.

Hence, I have created 4 different exciting looks for The Valentines Day for all you beautiful ladies because life is too short to wear boring clothes.

  • The Casual 
  • The Rationale
  • The Classic
  • The Usual

The Casual.

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The casual look is basically for the brunch/lunch dates. A little bit of sunshine, the soft morning breeze and an attire stitched with comfort. Isn’t it a perfect way to start a day? Here I chose a simple cotton slip-on dress and teamed up with contrasting accessories and footwear and couple of chunky bangles, easy blow-dried hair and I’m good to go. 

The Rationale

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If you are planning to hit the clubs with crazy music, great booze and scrumptious food, here’s an edgy look with a leather corset  for an outstanding evening combined with a statement shoulder accessory, a neat hair-do in contrast with heavy make-up. Let your eyes do the talking!

The Classic.

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A glass of wine, a roof-top dinner, and some jazz. Is that in your planner? Rock the night with an elegant gown with sexy cuts in chiffon. If the neck is too busy or ends too high, pair it up with your best statement earrings and cuff. Complete the look with a side bun with smokey eyes and red or nude lipstick if you are not a lipstick fan like me. 

The Usual,

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Do I even need to talk about this? Go cray-cray with your girlfriends! Come up the a theme or nothing at all. Wear your dads t-shirt and your favorite pajamas like a stud and roam around the streets like retards. Eating pizzas with swag because we own you nothing.

or

GO AND WATCH 50 SHADES OF GREY!!!

Hands down, I’m going for the last option. What about you?

Please do share your Valentine plans, if nothing, then join the club!

Hope you liked the post. I was very skeptical about it because I was a little nervous. But it became better anyway 🙂