Scribbles

If life was a paper
Mine’s been scribbled over,some by me, some by others,
Lend me, please, a blank sheet
Wish to write it again all over.

Scribbled pages,
Speaking of my cheers and rages,
Written emotions, written feelings
Suppressed under a mesh of ink,

Smudged papers,
Smelling of spilled liquor,
Blue and black, mixed together,

Here I am again, trying to mess
With time and tide
Through scribbles, a bit of past trying to hide,
The other bit, trying to recover.

Scribbles covering my eyes,
Mists surround, fog bound is my head,
Waiting for the wind to blow over,
Make me feel clear and sober. 

Diaries full of blue and black, 
Tired of writing all my rants, 
Bins are full from crumbled pages
A smile waiting to be put on, since ages.

I’ve seen enough of black and blue, 
Where have gone the other hues? 
When will I get to see the other colors? 
Even if I do, who’ll paint me again all over? 

~ Words above Swords ~

A Change, for the Sake of Bliss

My life’s book I wrote
Filled it with melancholic anecdotes,
But he was the only jubilant chapter
Worth changing my theme for

~ Words Above Swords ~

The hopeless and the helpless

“Was lonely a year back
Nothing’s changed except the books in my rack
And the night falls in just as dark
Still have scars and still have marks

A new year that has changed nothing
The world’s still cruel, and still bluffing
I’m right here laying in my bed 
Still placid and still faded

With dusts quivering all around the room
And no light ever touches the nook
For all that yellow sunshine 
Stops outside the windows all blue

How long shall the sky stay clear?
Dark clouds shall come, and thunder’s all I’ll hear.
Here’s a year, presumably new
Yet, reasons to live remain few.”
       -the hopeless you

“Was lonely a year back, too
but all changed as I saw you
And the night falls in just as dark
But you paint them in with stars

A new year that changed with you
I’ve stayed true
And the world isn’t cruel, for my world is you

I’m right here laying in my bed
A helpless smile is to what your eyes have led
For you taught me how to open my windows
And that’s how you turned my blues to yellows

You came as the first sunshine
After a cloudy year, introducing me to daylight.
In this year, everything seems new
For my breaths have found a new reason which is you.”
           -your helpless lover

Evolution of peer pressure

Remember the days you used to hate Justin Beiber for no reason at all? Just because everybody hated him, eh? Even if you liked his singing you mimicked puking and used to go “yukk” and “eww” on hearing someone mention his name. If this seems relatable to you, then say hello to the root of all this – peer pressure. Everyone of us has gone through peer pressure, and I have been no exception either! But I see peer pressure has paid respect to Dr. Charles Darwin and gone through evolution. And this very recent regeneration of peer pressure has brought us this – I don’t like doing it simply because everybody else does it. 

You really like pouting but don’t pout. Not because you don’t like it but because it’s so very common. You love high heels but you don’t wear it. Not because it’s uncomfortable but because your “tomboyish”reputation will get a crack. Teddy bears are a real comfort to you after a horror movie watch but you don’t have a single of it. Why? Because they’re too “girly”. You love winging your eyeliners and contouring your face, but don’t. Why? I probably don’t even need to mention the reason!

Men, have not been any different, too! Love clicking selfies, but don’t. That new hairstyle which you have seen many try, would look great on your square shaped face with that edge-cutting jawline. You know that, right? But, nah you won’t try it because everybody’s onto it. Or should I say “it’s too mainstream”. Love those deodrants with strong smells but nah, won’t use it. Love reading love stories, but won’t because it isn’t that so called “manly”. Holding your tears in sentimental movies “No, I’m not supposed to cry. Control for God’s sake, just don’t cry. Girls cry in movies. Damn, is that my tear… oh no… somebody make this hall darker, nobody should see me like this… ok i’ll just put my hand on my face to pretend i’m supporting my chin and then secretly wipe that tear off” and chanting this stuff in your mind.

Won’t do this, ’cause everybody else does this. Won’t use it ’cause everybody else uses it. Won’t try it ’cause everybody’s tryin’ it.

If you can’t relate to what I have written above, I am proud of you. But if you can, learn to be proud of yourself. If disliking something because everybody else dislikes it is stupid, then disliking something because everybody else likes it is just as stupid. 

You don’t do something and justify it as to be “girly”. What is wrong with being girly, have you ever wondered that? You might answer it with “I want to be different”. Who do you have to prove that you are different? And even if you did…what use is it if you have to stay away from things you really like doing. 

It is okay to admit that your likings and your choices have changed over time. It is okay to do things which other people do as well and you don’t have to prove you’re different to anybody. 

And, just to let you know, it is absolutely okay to cry in movies or in other situations. You don’t have to pretend that you’re strong, because you actually are, and crying, in no manner is the measure of your strength. And you know, nobody bothers about you crying, no one’s even gonna remember it. So cry whenever and wherever you feel like because when you stop your tears from coming out, they get stored in your heart… and nothing is heavier than that. 

You don’t have to prove that you are different and you don’t have to show how strong you are.YOU know you’re unique, YOU know you’re not week, and that is all that matters.

Kas Plateau/ Kas Pathar, the valley of flowers

It was the first week of October, me and my family, we headed from Pune to Kas Plateau. The destination was wonderful, but the journey, 😍😍😍 it was so much more beautiful, just so breathtaking. A road trip is all that was needed, infact!  

My father, being a geophysicist, told me about the formation of these plateaus. The plateaus of Central and Southern India have been formed as layers of volcanic deposition. On our way, we actually saw layers of different colored soils on the walls of the plateaus. The top most layer was reddish, as a result of continuous weathering and oxidation. The one below it was dark brown and then it was Ochre-ish. It was indeed an amazimg thing to witness.

Ascending on the plateau felt more like Ascending a mountain, but when you are on top of the plateau, it’s just as flat as a cheese slice! And once you’re on the edge of a plateau, you can’t afford to close your eyes *_* scenic beauty sinks to the deepest core of your heart, and settles as one of the most beautiful memories.

After 4 long hours, we FINALLY arrived at Kas. Flowers, flowers everywhere 😍! I hadn’t seen such flowers before. And the most astonishing part, they have been growing there naturally, they haven’t been planted from some other place.

From at a distance, the yellow flowers looked like yellow dyed velvet stretched out on a green carpet. 

It was the end of the flowering season of Kas, and so, much of the flowers had faded already, but the landscape and the lake made up for it ❤ 

Overall, the trip was perfect, the entry fee was totally affordable, the whole place was well maintained, and the 4 hours long journey, was totally worth it ❤ I would say it would make an amazing trekking spot!

And ofcourse, it was a perfect selfie spot :’D

That’s it! Tell me if you’been to any similar place, or if you know the names of the posted flowers 😅😅😅 

Hope y’all enjoyed it. Keep reading my blog, and I love you all!

Bye bye, alvida, adios, tata, auf weidersehen, au revoir 
*imagine I wrote “bye” in your language* 😀

The Rebel

To all the amazing ladies who can relate to this poem, you already are my role model 🙂

In a world full of sweet voices
She chooses to be a rebel.
Do nothing and get placed in heaven,
She’d rather earn herself hell.

She’s building all her strength
Where they fall for curves and looks,
She’s a bowl of lovable mystery
In a world of open books.

Her face isn’t chubby
But as sharp as carved stones,
While they’re busy softening skin
she’s hardening her bones.

She aspires soldiers
Where princesses are dreamt,
For, she be who she wishes to be
And not what she’s meant.

They’re stretching palms
Finding hopes in palmistry,
She’s tightening her fists
Preparing to make history.

While they’ve got their lips stitched
She lets out all her doubts,
In a world full of nodding heads
She chooses to be an open flout.

She’s as scary as death 
And as charming as paradise
Deeper than bullet wounds
Is how I would describe her eyes,
For she’s as firm as truth itself
And as fascinating as lies.

She travels through fogs and clouds,
Why? Nobody could tell.
People have found solace on low grounds
But she is stubborn enough to look for hell.
She knows it’s not going to be easy
And yet, chooses to be a rebel.