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SWEEDLE'S CREATIVE CORNER: 03
Things she left for me
Her smile that I barely find on my lips now.
Her clothes that I no longer have to steal.
A secret box of love for my 18th birthday.
A stained bedsheet, with her blood painted.
Her pills that can never bring her back.
Tears in my eyes while imagining her.
The list of her dreams for my future.
Emptiness for dad, as he now lives like a corpse.
A dairy where she scribbled our names to regain her memories.
A kitchen where she was the chef, stuffing us with calories.
An album full of our old pictures.
The last bottle of champagne, that we as a family sipped together.
Sweedle's Creative Corner - 02
Enough of these nomad voices
screaming in your head.
Asking you to hush.
Faces veiled under different skins
that changes their wear.
Free your heart
to tame these noises.
Take a deep breath
and listen to your voices.
You're much more than what they think.
Work hard a little more
to kick open the door of your dreams.
You'll be here.
You'll always be here.
In my strength.
In my words.
In my thoughts and whispers.
Rays of moonlight
Knocked at my window.
As I stood there wondering
If I could watch those stars closely
If they carry the same glow within,
Like they illuminate from outside.
7 THINGS THAT REALLY MAKES ME HAPPY
1) Watching/Reading my favourite mythological or historical shows/books.
3) Visiting hill stations (mostly cold places) and exploring new places.
4) Writing poetries/letters/stories
5) Long drives amid of the chaos of city life.
6) Listening to stories of people/strangers.
7) And ofcourse chocolates and every tempting food. :)
Scratching my head
I crawled into the bed.
These voices still ringing into my ears
Like an early morning alarm, that I cannot snooze.
I fight back gathering all my strength.
As my phone flashes with your call
I see my anxiety's end.
I wanted to let it all out
And naked my heart.
As I try to speak
I gasp for air.
"What if he judge? Will he hate me?"
”He's upset too. Who'll listen me?"
Weight of this agony
Is asking me to surrender.
I could see my torn photo, on the side table,
In our family picture.
As the tears rolled down
I could feel it's heat and burns.
Shivering fingers stretch the lips wide
To fake a smile, but failed in attempt.
Feels like a parasi...
Sweedle's Creative Corner: Story-4
Sweedle's Creative Corner: Story-3
Fingers drifted apart
Like their hearts.
"𝙎𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙡𝙚'𝙨 𝘾𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝘾𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙧" : STORY-2
Walking alone on our laved footsteps.
"𝙎𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙡𝙚'𝙨 𝘾𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝘾𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙧" : STORY-1
I burned to be her lamp.
WHAT DOES PURPLE TASTES LIKE?
I stalked her from behind as she once again walked anonymously towards the secluded houses in our society. It was strange as no one ever dared to walk in that deserted area except her. There were many different stories famous about that area. Some said that it's roads were haunted after the death of her parents in an accident. Some believed that, negativity in that area forced people to abandon their houses and a few used to say that the houses there were not sturdy enough to withstand natural disasters.
This was the reason why she was so infamous in our school & stayed anti-social, even though she was our class topper. I barely s...
The irony is, people whom you once loved the most, hurt you in a loop to a point when you become heartless & numb, expecting you to return as and when they desire with the same amount of love!
Maybe it's time to collect our broken pieces and walk on.
Memories are bittersweet & will stay forever till your death bed but if there is a slightest chance that future can hold something better, then why not be a little selfish & just give it a shot!
Afterall the choice is in our hand, how to spend the rest of our life.
Sometimes, remembering our best life moments make us feel like day dreaming about our unfulfilled fantasies.
It's a complete mayhem inside,
Which can't be fought.
You see those moist eyes,
Inside it's a river.
You look at me.
And I smile back.
I stare at your empty shoulder
Dying to cry my heart out in them,
But everything just flickers.
Knock in my mind.
"It's not easy, not even reality!
Just bury everything deeper!"
As I hear such whispers.
Now, it's a pile.
Pile of things drowning me down.
Even then I smile,
Thinking maybe someday,
I would fall into your arms.
You'll run out of tissues for my tears.
We'll sit with a cup of CHAI & say cheers!
I would hear you out with your deepest secrets.
Chhaap chhod jaate hai,
Hummein bhula kar.
Daang chhod jaate hai,
Gehre ghav de kar.
Ankhon mein naami,
Joo kabhi hassi thi.
Sile hothon mein kabhi,
Alfaazon ki naa kammi thi.
Joo yakeen dangmaga jata hai.
Dard ko lori ki tarah,
Reh raat sunna jata hai.
Kuch yaadein hai,
Denying the voices,
I hear so loud.
Echoing in me
Ego's what I think about.
While my emotions flood out.
Flashes in circles
And heart is at ache.
Dilemma of right or wrong
Is what I hate.
I hear them once,
I hear them thrice.
This guilt within me,
I cannot deny.
It's hard to speak,
It's hard to lie.
The only way to freedom is to say "I apologise".
Ever felt difficult to apologise for something?
Yes, we all face this! But your real freedom is in apology!
Hiding from demons,
While they lie within.
Fighting for something,
While left with nothing.
Hoping to see light,
While watching it fade.
Saying goodbyes to the things,
That once were for forever's sake.
Wishing to not let go,
Watching your hopes burn in a blow.
All you hear are screams,
Breaking through the nightmares that you've ever seen.
While demons crawling within,
Getting your heart grow cold as you're asleep.
The minute you think, this is it. You cannot be drowned deeper. The strings attached to you pull you deeper and deeper until you feel suffocated, alone, surrendered and accept your defeat!
There're times, when you just want to be left alone to figure out things by your self, that's what the "Me Time" is all about. It's not always necessary to hang out with people. Sometimes, you really need to talk to yourself, to face the reality, to learn and understand things, to enjoy your own company and do some self analysis.
And there're times, when you just throw people aside for a while, who're ready to be there for you at every point of life, when, from inside you're actually dying to share, to talk, to scream and to cry in those caring arms.
You think, you can figure out things by yourself as you do always. You just try to put barriers and con...
There're times, when you just want yourself to stay away from people, thoughts, chaos & emotions.
When you don't want to share, just let yourself breath in peace.
When you don't want to smile, just be in silence.
When you aren't willing to let out things that hurt you, breaking into pieces.
When you want to drown in it more & more, just to measure it's extremes.
There are times, when you want to be alone. Walking on the roads, that are unseen.
Life keeps us knocking down with it's punches and we just swing to and fro like a punch bag.
We bleed out of emotions. We're caged out of our own thoughts. Our wounds internal and our treatment is just love.
Love, that maybe in the form of an other person or our own self.
HINDI POETRY: AAS
Ghar ke konno mein awaazein gunjati hai
Aur mann ke bheetar hai sirf sawaal.
Shabd khoo gaye hai mujh mein kuch iss tarah jaise
Paani mein khoyi hui aasuon ki boond.
Farak naa padke bhi farak padta hai
Mann hi mann koi khayaal bhitar se mujhe jhanjodta hai.
Dard itna hai ki jaise dil, dimaag or mann koo kass ke nichod diya hoo.
Himmat aur saahas ne saath mein dum tod diya hoo.
Aasuon kaa her ek katra aankhon koo dhundhla kar jata hai.
Roshini kuch iss tarah se gayi hai
Ki sach kya hai? Aur kon hai apna?
Vahi nahi samjh aata hai.
Sawaal itne hai
Aur jawaabon ki khabar nahi.
Khudme aise uljhi hun aaj
Ki raaston o...
The obvious thing about strange things is that, you know about it's uncertainty; and the strange thing about the obvious things is that you never doubt on it's certainity. That's when life gives you surprises and you stand stunned at it's events.
People who tell me that "you've changed!"
And yes, I did.
Because I can feel myself murdered with the laden of my life.
I've no guts,
But do have the thoughts of suicide.
I feel like a prisoner,
Who's caged for several years.
Who's mind is shrinking
And heart is drought & at the same time, dunk in fears.
That the happy kid inside me has been kidnapped from a while.
In search of it,
There's no one out there, for me, to pay the ransom,
That is, their love & their time.
You say, you stand by my side.
And I fear this intimacy will for once choke my breaths.
You say a few beautiful lines.
And ask me, why like before, I don't react?
Photographs on the back wall, that remind me of my childhood days.
Cold breeze through my window, knocking with the sound of rains.
The serene view of peace, when I peep outside, standing near my window.
My cupboards are all decorated with the motivations, that I've penned for my lows.
A perfect room to live & make me happy.
But there's this one thing, that I ignore or it ignores me!
Everytime I stand in front of it,
I see myself growing older.
Everytime I see it closely,
I judge myself.
Everytime we made a contact,
It showed me my sins.
Everytime I tried to recognise,
It showed me my downfalls.
It's a deep rooted fear, that grew with time.
Doubting my existen...
Dark & starry sky,
With scary voices of strom.
While my room was locked in deep silence.
Tick-tocks of clock
Ponding my heartbeats by every minute.
There was nobody outside
And I could feel the sprinkles of wild rains on my face.
Sitting cozy on my bed
I listed out every negative thing that could've happened to me.
I slipped my hand outside my comforter
To grab some water for inner peace.
Everything was blank
And my head was spinning with some flashback memories.
All I remembered was
I'd my dinner with everyone downstairs & went asleep.
I got up out of my bed
I knew, it wasn't a mirage as this place was familiar.
I peeped outside the wind...
How could I forget the arms,
That wrapped me around with love.
Eyes which never lied to me,
Just showered trust.
But maybe someday time will teach me,
Cause nothing can only go on without trust.
Dear Maa and Papa,
For years and years you've held each other's hand,
Without any regrets.
I've seen that love inside you,
Which always, binds you both together.
That smile on Mumma's face,
When you compliment her or feel proud as she's your wife.
That pure love and care which Mumma gives to Papa,
With selflessness, by complete surrender.
I've see you scolding Mumma,
When she go careless for her health and you stay awake for her till late nights.
The way you tease Mumma,
By reading out those "Husbands are the real victim in a marriage" kind of jokes,
That gets her angry,
Resulting in a sweet and sour kind of agruements.
And when Mumma expresses her rights over you,
By taunting, when yo...