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Yours faithfully.


We both are celestial bodies,

Of different galaxies.

With lilac skies,

And a lethal smile,

There you go.

Where I, faint band of light

In an abject misery

A debris after you.

Unlike me,

You are a constellation,

Stuck on my mind.

Where I,

I am a shooting star,

Will never appear again.

Yours faithfully.

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Where is the school of life?

School is a place where in you are educated, where you learn the life skills, art of reading and writing, deciding your career, for being a better person. Really?

Our education system is quite a lot different from other countries like here teachers are like, “you gotta study here, all of your friendship is waste, do it all outside the school, listen to what I say and go home and study again.” Like what the hell you want from us? You tell us to solve those maths problems which are of no use in the future and you don’t tell us how to tackle things around us? 

School teaches us only the things of our books. We don’t know how to live? We don’t know how to get out of trouble? We don’t know how to maintain relationships? We don’t know anything about the life skills we need to survive, we learn it on our own. And talking about counselors, every Indian school has that one counselor who can scare the hell out of you. So you can’t confide into her even. 

Relying on the teachers is even hard, you can’t trust them even like exceptions are there but they’ll vomit all infront of your parents.

“HIGH SCHOOL IS THE ONE OF THE MOST IMPORTANT PART OF A STUDENT’S LIFE.”

High school is a part where you get out of your dreams. When you actually know how important some people mean to you, when you thoughts are matured. 

At this age, you experience a lot of problems like depression, anxiety and stress and because of them you fall into drugs, addictions and obsessions.

THAT ONE LONELY BOY

 “That one lonely boy of every class,

Talks to his teddy,

The only one he owns.

All alone with his imaginary friend,

He enjoys in that dream world.

That isolated kid tries to fit in,

But can never understand.

He changes himself for the world,

But ends up being in trolls.

That one kid,

Got his own poetry,

To attract,

With secret messages,

Of being taken for granted,

And asking for help.

That one kid and his loneliness,

Takes him to the traumas,

Of all his life being alone,

With no hope,

Sence of life,

He cries.”

That one isolated boy of each class.

I generally don’t write poems but I tried.

LOVE YOURSELF

I see alot of people underestimating themselves, like why? Don’t you love yourself? You will be with yourself, so don’t. Nobody is like you. Whatever you do matters. You are beautiful in every manner. Don’t be so naive. School never taught this, but you should learn. Life is beautiful. Cherish yourself. You live only once. School should teach this too. 

Thankyou for reading.

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Hopes And Expectations.

NkAndCoO7testEvery morning when I wake up, I wake up with an unrealistic hope, a ray of light striking through my window and carefree rhythm of birds. Like every day, I try to make it realistic with a lot of high hopes and expectations.

MAYBE I EXPECT TOO MUCH. THINGS I CALL”HOPING FOR”ARE SOMEWHERE MY “EXPECTATION.”

Hope means looking forward to something, expectations means waiting for something. Don’t rush to things, if it’s meant to be, it will be.

Like every day, I expect and hope for many things but my life doesn’t go according to me and that’s okay. Why is that okay? I am not rushing to things to happen. My power of attraction is strong enough that I can get things only by dreaming hard and productiveness.

“WHEN I TRY TO GET UP, THE GRAVITY PULLS ME DOWN.”

I take the sun as my inspiration, if it was a person, wonder how every day he comes out and shines and clouds try to get him down. I sound fascinated by the moon and the sun, I feel I’m because these two figures are examples of many things.

Everyone life is messed up in their own special ways. What can I do that I don’t regret any of my moves? That I don’t have to carry this heavy heart of guilt? How can I stop caring?  how can I stop expecting? There’s no way out, this is the human nature. get with the fact that life needs to be controlled, your thoughts need to the controlled.

There is something which really silly of me, like a day before I was like I’m done with relationships and friendship and let’s spend this high high-school time studying but then I wasn’t on my words, I was back to what I used to. I wonder about this “undying hope of mine” like seriously life too needs a second chance.

“BE AN ATYPICAL.”

Atypical refers to somebody who is not the type or out of the group. Be an atypical in the way you think. There are people who expect or hope for the best for themselves but I hope that I get what I deserve, best or the worst, I’ll get through it any how. Why am I not hoping for the best for myself? I’m but Karma is an integral part of me and I know that I haven’t done right to the people who have done right to me, so I have a heavy heart but yes I have done right to the people who haven’t and I try my best not to hurt people.

“EVERY NIGHT WHEN I GO BACK TO MY BED, I GO WITH A CHERISH HOPE THAT EVERYTHING WILL BE OKAY, CHERISH HOPE TO HOLD HIS HAND AGAIN. AND YET AGAIN I NEED MY DAD’S LAP AND LULLABIES TO CONQUER MY DREAMS AND THIS WORLD. ONCE AGAIN I WISH EVERYTHING GETS BACK TO WHAT IT USED TO.”

Don’t rush to things. don’t rush to people be an atypical according to me. what is meant to be will always find a way. Hope, not expect.

P.s. I am not depressed.

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Monsters do not exist but Humans do.

It’s not been a long time for me in this matured world, but like every kid, I dreamed of the monsters under my bed, outside the room, in the dark and in my head. But now that I am out of this “dream world” I realize that monsters are some masked humans and so I say, “monsters do not exist but humans do.”

Like every other kid or girl, I always dreamt of the “Disney princesses’ life” but actually, 1. Life is not that easy. 2. You won’t find that prince charming too soon. 3. Not every tale had a happy ending. 4. There’s a lot more after the happy ending too. 5. You won’t have that one witch to get you down.

“CHILDHOOD IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL OF LIFE’S SEASONS.”

When I was a kid, I used to laugh for no reason, I used to fall for no reason, I used to cry for no reason. And everything else for no reason too because I wasn’t scared of my image and not scared of being called crazy.

“CHILDHOOD IS A SHORT SEASON WHERE IN WE THINK OF GETTING OLDER.”

Now that I have grown up, the reality comes out. People hate for no reason. People jerk around for no reason. People are over obsessed with themselves for no reason. People judge for no reason. And everything else for no reason too.

Like a fairytale, you don’t have that one witch to get you down, you have a number of bitches who’ll go to any extend to get you down. And that prince charming, you’ll find him in many but you’ll fail.

“THIS DESCRIBES MY LIFE: IT DIDNT WORK AS PLANNED AND THAT”S OKAY.”

Lately, I am trying to get over the shit in my life. Getting over the fact that people judge (as if I’m dying, judge me please!) And the rumors about me.

“EMBRACE REALITY, EVEN IF IT BURNS YOU.”

I’m trying not to care about these rumors around me. What I feel is when hatred isn’t working, people start spreading. I don’t know why or whatever it is but if you are the one to do this and you are reading this, I would appreciate if you stop “spreading” and start “asking.” Most of it does not matter because I know I am being honest with myself and my people, rest hardly matters.

“FOR IN DREAMS, WE ENTER A WORLD THAT IS ENTIRELY OUR OWN.”

I might sound depressed in my blogs but I am not. You read my blogs without truly knowing me and might have created an image of me as a person.

My purpose here is to tell you that this is life. get over the fact that people judge for no reason. They spread rumors to get you down. Hate you for no reason. So, cherish all the souls around you. respect life and reality. Everyone’s opinions are different and you can’t change them. Karma works everywhere.

Thank you.

Photos by: @arnav_1209_

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Being a girl.

Are we from another planet? Are we really really special? Are we in a very less quantity? No. Your mother. Your sister. Your wife is a girl too.

I have seen this from past years and heard for decades, why do we suffer? Lately I’ve been to Deej Palace, Bharatpur, a place in my own country, India. 

For me it is really shameful to share this right here on a blog but when you can accept it with all it’s perfection, you need to accept all it’s flaws too. There were 172 of us, including boys too. This was a worst trip but the only good thing was the love of the boys for us, appreciation is must. They were the one to gather us, hold our hands, fight for us, tie our laces (most beautiful) changing my direction so that  I the passerby can’t touch me and everything they could. Much love to them. We have always seen them having fun and jerking around but today I can say that they were the one to stay when we needed.

You must be thinking I’m an Indian but still writing this? I’m just standing out of the crowd and saying “this is wrong.”  I had so many eyes on me, thanks to my friends for being with me and everyone of us. A guy there asked our teacher incharge out. Can you imagine? That guy stood no where. He was a loafer, a local asking a teacher, not even of his standard out. But her safety is her responsibility. When something unfair happens, nobody accuses the person who did, instead the victim, who is already being suffering. Being a girl is tough, really tough. Yes I agree girls have there own privileges but the demerits are more. We are judged by our clothes. Why do you judge me looking at the length of my skirt? Come on dude? My clothes, my body, my life. I will decide how I want to dress up, not you. 

A woman bears all the pain whether it be monthly or nine months or the pain of society.  I wonder how what women went through when they had no rights.

If we talk to boys, why is it a problem for you? Why do you judge us?  You look cool having five or more girls around and so I do. I look cool having five boy around me and that’s what I think. I don’t need your effin’ opinion to live myself.

In the Palace, we were the chief guest, a really special treatment where everyone was taking pictures of us. Let’s stand out of the crowd, I went and took there pictures but they happily posed. SHAME. Even having a so-called-security-guard, no body stopped. They clicked pictures of my own sister and me as well. Our junior were protective too. As a sister, as a crush, as a friend and as a mutual friend, we were protected. We were their  ‘eye models.’ I wish I could do something for us but I was completely helpless. 

You know what? In India, you’ll get alot of articles on these topics. I didn’t choose it because it is easy. I choose this because I want to stand out, do something for us because we need this, because I can feel a flood of thoughts in my head and something hitting in my chest. 

To all my bad experiences, thankyou for giving me a topic to write and teaching me something.

I just wanted to have a word and wanted you stand out of the crowd and do something for yourself and the society. This global platform, WordPress is letting me express everything I strongly feel. Step out. Suffering is important.

Thankyouu for reading it so patiently.

Pictures shot by ig: @arnav_1209_

Author ig: @prisha.pugla

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Labyrinth of life.

The maze we are stuck in.

The chaos we are living in.

The never ending Labyrinth.

In this Labyrinth, I have lied.  I have broken hearts. I have had my heart broken. I have tasted the good. I have tasted the bad. I have used “I hate you” too many times. I have made countless mistakes that I regret. I have made people cry. I have stolen. I have cheated. But nothing can be undone.

“LEARN THE ART OF FORGIVING TO SURIVE THIS LABYRINTH.”

How do you know what is the end? There could be endless possibilities if you could see the end and undo everything.

“YOUR CHOICE MAKES THE DIFFERENCE.”

After experiencing three years of my puberty, I have realised that my choices could make the difference in the way I’m living right now. There are two roads just like two guys or more and there could be endless possibilities if I could undo things.

In this Labyrinth, people come and go, people take you to the other Labyrinth or to the end of Labyrinth, the right way.

There are facts about everything, just like facts about this Labyrinth we are living in, from my 3-years-so-called-puberty-experience.

“PEOPLE ARE TEMPORARY.”

This art of living is tough to learn and realize how things go. But it’s better if you learn it soon. The high school sweethearts I see everyday, I probably know it won’t last. Exception are there but its too tough to maintain.

“YOU COME ALONE AND DIE ALONE.”

Nobody is going to die for you, nobody will scarifice his/her dreams for you. Yah, I agree there are people who are suicidal for reasons, else they are sympathy gainers.

“PEOPLE SWITCH.”

No offense but people switch onto better people. You switched over me, you switched to somebody better than me. Be used to it.

“FEELINGS FADE.”

If his/her feelings for you faded, nevermind give it time and yours will fade too. Just like mine.

“When will I get out of this Labyrinth? When I’ll die, but then I’ll have another Labyrinth of my reincarnation.”

“BE WHAT YOU ARE.”

Atleast don’t be shy about your flaws. Accept yourself and world will accept you.

My purpose here is nothing. I am just pouring my feelings in this. It is my fourth blog and I know people are going to judge because they always do. But I won’t effect me. I don’t effin care.

Be daring. Try new roads. Be yourself. Labyrinth is never ending. Haters gonna hate. 

Have a good day!

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My Moon.

And then all of a sudden I realized what I have done to him. The way he is with me, he isn’t with them, it means I’m special.
And of a sudden, he came closer to me and whispered in my ear, “hey, have you seen the sun and the moon?” This question is weird, like who has not? I answered, “yes of course, who has not?” He sighed, strange again, I kept on staring at him.

Finally, he started saying “the moon is pale, the sun is bright, they are not perfect for each other, still the moon dies for the sun every night to let her breathe. Moon is pale, the sun is bright, the always chase each other, they rarely meet.”

This was strange to me because we never had such conversation and I had no idea what I should say.

“But then everyone stares at the awe of their eclipse when they kiss. You are the sun to me, shining at me. I’m the pale moon, alive and shining because of you.” It was all so beautiful, I don’t want to say a word. I could imagine everything with him.

He was beautiful. I faked a smile and he continued, “I am like the moon, lonely. Pale but shiny, beautiful but ugly, the perfect irony. Like the moon craves for the sun’s light, I crave too. You are my sun, every day you are there to shine on me.”
What else do I need? It’s all just perfect. I asked, “Lonely? But you know I’ll be there for you no matter what. I’ll be your sun every day. I’ll give you all the forevers that you crave for.” I had tears in my eyes already. I realized I loved him but he’d more. He said, “Moon is lonely even with the stars around him, we chase each other and we’ll chase forever.”

This is was all I ever thought of, perfect! Like every other fairy tale I ever thought of when I was a little girl, it was turning into reality. They said all the fairy tales don’t have a happy ending, I suppose mine was an exception. Like all the other slow romantic scenes, he leaned into me and kissed me under the light of thousands of stars.

‌IT WAS ALL A DREAM. :’)