the path

when i am alone with thoughts that would kill me
when everything's black and no light to see
when i have to decide whether to wait or go
whether to stand or walk
or to find a way
when i search for roads and i meet dead ends
when i will search for doves for letters to be sent
when i will go on with your memories or to leave them behind
that day i shall know that its my time.
time i can't stop, time i never held
time which will itself take me to places
where i'd never been
the paths which are unseen.
time will take me to death
time will only lay me on that bed
time will make me do it all.
time will lead me to god.

forgive me

oh mother! oh my!
oh lord! i shall never ask you why!
i am off for battles and wars and tease
but i pray my lord that behind me you keep them in peace
peace for those who i love.
peace for the dear ones to me
peace for below and above.
peace to be free.
may i leave today but come again
hope i don't lose as i have nothing much gained.
keep my will going, and let the rain fall
keep the sky full of stars for the little ones to count to sleep.
i wish they count for endless sheep's , as stars will be counted till i come
because i will be far, far away protecting some.
this uniform i wore was a commitment to be made
that i shall return home but first play by my fate.
don't know where someone will put me in my grave
but i will be happy that i died to make you safe.
don't worry family, if the sad news arrives
because later or sooner we all shall reunite.
oh family! forgive me if you can! i wasn't there for you!
i wasn't there in the darkest times
neither was i there when it was fine.
and maybe i shall never be there.
as i am off for duty here,
but believe me! i think of all!
and i shall return by fall
but i ain't doing any promises
as i have the sleeps of millions at my feet.
i am sorry if i don't return but i wish to stay in your memory.

RED

i searched for miles and days and hours but sorry my love,
i couldn't give you a flower.
a blue, green, pink or yellow
oh my! what a foolish fellow!
tell me why you angry? did i do something wrong?
did i not sing your favorite song?
tell me i ain't that strong
to hold on waiting for your answer.

it's time , it's been too long. i must leave
but speak ! i beg you! was the dinner not tasty?
or were the lights not good?
was it me? was it the place i stood?
was it the time? or was my attire fake?
you looked up and whispered with tears
and went away leaving me with the worst fear
i can still hear those slow lines
what more could a girl take? not dresses, not wine,
not being lavishly fed
but a rose with the color of red.

monsters

hello! have any one of you ever had goosepumps? like adrealine rush and send thrills to your spine? as a kid everyone wills to not sleep alone. no one wants to get struck in a horror movie alone. remember the time when you were forced to sleep in a dark, ill ventilaed room full of scary things. after the light is swithched off there are a billion thigs you'd figure out that could be or you'd just look at the pile of clothes racked up on the chair and assume it to be a monster looking at you. for  a moment everything in the room is coming alive. even the tinyiest noise will be of a serial killer. as a kid i am very well aware of that feeling. believe me or not but i get scared to death when something even moves an inch. out of 100, 60% children complain about monsters under their bed. well honestly no signs have been found of weird lond hair, slime or anything else determining to be a monster. they say that bloody mary comes at twelve in the night when you say bloody mary three times while looking in the mirror. they even say that ghost exist. but i say that real monsters are never found under the bed, they are sleeping on the beds. bloody mary comes out at twelve to tell people to be aware. and ghosts are just people who are insensetive. these aren't myths but the people are. what are we looking for? money, greedyness , selfish people , people who give up their dreams . people who steal someone's hard earning. people who kill . people who tease. what about others? not everyone's like that? yes, not everyone's like that. the rest are just ordinary people who listen. they never utter a single word against anything. they just go on. like puppets. if we don't take part in a developing the change then we are not a part of the change. the fact is that monsters are for real. not huge or scary looking but like normal people who blend between us. why do we look for monsters under our bed when the real monsters are inside our head?

hello!

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all the christmas

All the Christmas

And all the days ,

And all festival

Yummy - yummy cakes.

All the time and all the days

To do something,

Think !

In your mind what are we doing.

do some new work

and become a new man.

magic!

Magic

Hey, you. If you are reading this then read it slowly and steadily. Really slowly. Let this absorb into you and let it reach your soul. Don’t say a word, just read this in your mind.

NOW SCREAM! NOT ACTUALLY, BUT INSIDE YOUR HEAD. This scream has gone away? Hasn’t it? As I turned off the caps lock. NOW SCREAM AGAIN!

Now whisper...... that what you are reading should be a secret. Even though you are reading it in your mind, without speaking a word but you have to whisper.

Is.your.voice.also.breaking.inside.your.head.and.you.are.speaking.with.jerks.like.as.soon.as.we.push.the.accelerator.at.the.same.moment.we.press.the.brake.isn’t.it.really.irretating.to.read.like.this.even.though.it’s.just.a.normal.sentence.about.your.inner.voice.?.

Now read it really fast! Isn’t it great? What you actually wasted your time upon? Like really and I know that you are reading this really fast now. That’s only because I told you to do so. How can you agree with a total stranger like me? Have you lost your mind? And now I think that this is making no sense at all!!!!!!!!!!

Now show me that old and sick voice. Read this in your head in an old and sick voice.”Hey son bring me some medicines when you come back.”  

Now, let’s get back to normal. Isn’t it like magic how this strange voice inside your head reads everything the way it’s written? It’s like you are reading something in your mind but your mind is reading it out loud with its own voice. *coughs* see? When I just wrote that I just coughed didn’t you heard someone coughing inside that stupid brain of yours? Can you hear this voice? Which is reading every single word right now as if it’s giving a lecture or something? Yes? No? Go on. Think. Didn’t figured it out? Well okay I too didn’t got a solution either but all I ended up other than cursing this voice of mine is that it’s a voice, a chatterbox which never shuts. Perfect companion for a woman but many women don’t prefer its company. It automatically starts even though you just said it to shut up. Ok, try this. Tell that voice to shut up. Not like that. SCREAM AND TELL IT TO SHUTUP!!Did it stop speaking? No, infect it was repeating your words. Isn’t that a copycat! It’s so shameless that it isn’t even stopping now! And finally you give up. So, basically this chatterbox is the voice of your brain. Wait? Voice of my brain? Is my brain becoming a zombie? No, your brain isn’t becoming a zombie . Its simply expressing itself using a voice which can be only partially heard b you. You’re like its best friend! All it ever does is stick to you and talk to you and tells you everything. For the ones who are happy about it yay! And for the ones who are not. All we can do is think less because this sticky friend is suppose to stick with you for your whole life. Anyways, have you ever thought of its advantages? Ok, let me tell you

1. It works for you. ONLY YOU. Take it as a slave or a friend. It’s loyal, friendly and helping. No matter how much you deny it you’ll have to accept the fact that this is the voice which plays those song lyrics inside your head when you’re not listening to any song.

2. it’s loyal. Never going to do backbitching. Never going to share your secret’s to anyone. So you can always share yours with it.

3. Like every human being is different, same condition is with it. Sometimes it stays quiet and observes, sometimes it over thinks, sometimes it doesn’t lets you sleep and sometimes it just won’t stop!

4. it’s so like you! If you are confused between watching spider man or batman it will agree on watching the movie you’d want to see. No complains. Wether it be a movie or a dish or almost anything. You are the boss here.

5. Even if you look miserable like a beggar from the streets, it’s going to love you. No matter what you do it’s always by your side. Always. It can’t stop admiring how beautiful you are!

Well, I don’t know about yours but mine is totally a freak! It wants everything it sees and is totally into fashion. And guess what it made me write all this! Well honestly I love it but I hate it when it doesn’t lets me sleep! Any doctor for it? 

perrrfect girls ;*

“A real girl isn’t perfect and a perfect girl isn’t real”

We all dream of perfection, being perfect is what everyone possibly desires. What is perfection? Having beauty? Flawless silky smooth hair? Or a unique fashion sense? No, certainly not. For me perfection is being myself without a damn to the world. By being myself I am ready for everything not that I have to prepare myself. I wonder why girls hide themselves from people or public and it tears my heart apart when they have a pretty face to win the world. All because they don’t think that they are not good enough? Well if you know the truth, you are beautiful not in looks, just the way you are. No wonder your skin colour or your face, the height or that lady grace. Beauty is all we carve but all this time you never realise that while collecting the rocks you lost a diamond, shining inside you. Wearing a million dollar dress won’t make anything look good instead wearing your million dollar smile can light up the whole town.

I just don’t get it why people listen to those stupid comments about them even though it’s been taught a thousand times that what someone says can never affect you. If someone says you are mad, you are possibly not going to be made until the rest of your life. These types of comments about one’s personality or self can destroy the whole confidence. That when these makeup companies take advantage. They lure you into thinking of yourself worthless and appeal to fix it all by their cosmetics. No eye shadow, no mascara can define how deep you eyes are. Even if it’s a pimple, never be ashamed or try to hide it it’s a part of you. Throw that makeup in the bin, where it belongs.

Don’t ever try to show what you are not because pretending that is much worse than a lie in fact it is a lie. Applying makeup hides your face meaning that it hides you and despite how much you feel good after applying it on you are never going to be that same person again. When you clean that off I wonder how you look at yourself. After betraying your true face how can you expect your true side to sleep with you the whole night and hide in the morning?

All everyone dreams is to be loved by everyone. Applying a ton of foundation isn’t going to make everyone love you. The ones who love you will never like you because of a pretty face. They’ll love you no matter how you are. They will accept you as it are. Just the way you are. And that’s when you’ll know that no matter how pathetic you look people who really care for you will care because love happens, not for a reason .an life that given to you can always be made better don’t let your beauty fade...... not inside. Because in the end no one will remember how good you looked they will remember how good your deeds were. Never let your face be ruined. And if you feel insecure about yourself how come you are expecting someone else to love you? Love yourself. You are lovely and god’s own creation doesn’t let him down. 

inspire me

Sometimes i stare at a blank page with will inside me that any idea will come up. But eventually i have to start with a type of topic i find not worth enough to mess my head with.believe me or not but at times theres a sudden strong feeling inside of me that makes me type all this and my fingers just have this feeling to hug the keyboard but then after a 10 minute journey to microsoft word all i get is a blank sheet to stare at. And at times the ideas that i have donot have words to describe them. All we need for ideas is something to inspire us which we call an inspiration but sadly you can’t expect a person to be all creative and inspired while living in a box. I really get inspired even when i see a dull pavement with stupid people walking on ity but i just dont when i am suppose to be living around four walls. When i was a bit smaller our techers used to waste our time by telling us that how important was physical excercise, honestly there was one and only illustrative example of it all. JUST ONE. Here’s how it went “ imagine if you were given all your electronics and everything you want but the deal was that you were suppose to stay inside a room. “ yea well i’d love to be in that room. Honestly that was i thought then but now i cant stand to see those same faces and things again and again. I just want a chance to get out, to escape . well not everyone agrees on my point of view but there are reasons behind it all. First of all i live in a house which is north faced. The problem is that , the season is chilling basically its the peak of winters and because of some reasons there is always very low light in my house . it’s like you are completely waking in the middle of the night when u close the door but when you open it you’ll see it’s afternoon or morning. It’s amazing how the house never recieves light and still a person like me shines soooo bright.

Even if you are lucky enough to hang out with friends somewhere you cannot type all that shit in an article. We all know what useless and stupid things we talk about but hey! We’re kids! YOLO .

Being only thirteen can or soon to be thirteen can be very interesting . i believe i am going to surely write about that someday but right now i am lacking inspiration. Recently i watched a barbie movie, yes i watched it . you might think i am a bit old for that but still all i did was dug the deepest to find an idea. The movie was somewhat based on fashion and startorial things. There was a nerdy girl who was also on an expedetion like me for inspiring herself for an idea . she roamed all around paris  if i am not wrong and got inspired by small things like a flower. You can say that it was easy but believe me if i were allowed to roam in my city like this then long gone were the bad days. With so much crime around it’s not safe anymore. I would have wrote about a 100 articles.

All i can say in the end is please inspire me .  

believe in god?

“ believe in god” 

This is the line of life. By this term it dosen’t only express the devotion for any diety but it strongly emphasises the existence of the one who everyone believes in.

Its true that if you life in the twenty second century you have to accept the fact that life is no hard. With a load of books to be read and to become a doctor , engieneer or even get a degree to proceed n life for fullfilling the needs and the deeds of the people who matter. It’s a trend to say “ oh lord!” .

On an average me , being a child with no fuss to care about speaks this term in a day 4-5 times. And i bet if it doubles for people who are actually higher in expierience but have a load of things to be worried about.

When the child is born he is told to start his life with the name of god. Whenever he asks his parents who actually god is they tell him that he is the creator of the world or he is the one who looks after us. But noone has ever met him, talked to him or even seen him. So where does he live? In heaven? No, certainly not because with the high number of spaceships tearing through the clouds i bet if heaven has ever survived on these. With a no. Of over a hundred main and important gods of the hindus and jeasus and lord buddha and allah or other gods living together i bet if racism and war cannot be seen there . i think they would have mafe their particians and presidents . once in a while there would have been fights over small issues like a man from america who has died obviously in a plane crash was entered in the so called heaven of china.

I dont know about others but i am really not wishing to go there.

Not enough to make you say no

a joyful day at home

A  joyful day at home

When I was all alone

Mom daddy gone for a party,

when I had called

my friend Matty.

The best person I had liked

Because he can only survive,

by smelling the smell of my toes

can make a  ramp walk pose!

I picked up my mobile phone

and called at my friends homes!

A party was held so glad

did I felt for no mom to scold!

or granny to force for study

is for me no more.

But my friend brought bully’s ,

in my house and

 my servant was sent out ,

to buy soft-drinks.

and at the midnight sudden my eyes blinked

Then I remembered

My mom saying no more

Granny but to care for me a lot.

Who was to come at midnight ,

must should see switched off light.

In my house started a fight,

 I started to say goodbye!

but they didn’t want to go

 so destroyed many things at home.

Soon heard the door bell rang

and because of the midnight the clock sang,

Nanny shouted out the door

 don’t make me scold any more!

So the bully’s  hit me a lot,

 the nanny again forced.

I got hurt on my head,

 the blood flowed as sweat.

I cant bear the pain anymore

 now I need to;

open the door for sure.

The door opened, I shouted aloud

and fainted there with open mouth .

The doctor told not to get force

 until I discharged.

Then I told how!

 I opened the door at last

Mother scolded father

came holding a broken vase.

I was ashamed and promised to myself,

no more lies to anybody anymore.

dream doll

A cute doll I had,

who used to wear a red hat

Blue eyes she had got

which were sticked,

 with glue on her face’s top.

Her hair was brown with,

round curls like  mary.

The frock is frilly

with a colour like lilly.

I decided many name but

The best name was willy.

This name was for guys

but this was why ?

Never knew another dolls

were so silly,

 like my second

best doll milly.

She even floats on water

like a whale.

I wonder ! why there is now

no doll sale.

for new dolls to take place.