Broken

My viens crimson red, my heart royal blue.

Couldn’t believe a truth that was inevitably true.

The sun was out at midnight, the moon anything but pure white. 

I looked all o’er for you, 

But there seemed no time to bid adieu.

With passing time, my wounds healed.

Though the scars remained.

My tears dried up and I learned to swallow the pain.

With a frozen heartbeat and accursed lips, 

I take your name, but find zilch amidst.

But all that I know is that you’ll retreat. 

Perhaps, you’ll fake a cry or even fall on your knees.

Years later, you’ll look for my heart.

And in an attempt, pull 2 souls apart.

You’ll search for the lover you’d left before,

But find the devil take me o’er.

You’ll find a place where my heartbeat does reside.

Though, unfortunately, there’s not a heart but a black stone inside.

You’ll touch my face but find no warmth in there,

My love’s completely cold, lone and bare.

You’ll try to find whether there’s any love left,

But there’s just broken promises, denial; my heart’s bereft.

You’ll look into my eyes, try to peep in.

Try to find your answers but just find a question within….

You knew that I was broken from the inside,

How could you have the audacity to break me twice? 

Poison

“Bitter sweet ecstasy that you got me in, 

Fallen deep, I can’t sleep tonight.”

I jammed to my favourite song in the car while savouring my Pumpkin Spice Lotté from Starbucks. With Rita Ora blaring through the speakers and the wind blowing in from the window, I could pretty much already call it a day. 

“Nothing ever, gets me high like this.”

I’ve never related or perhaps enjoyed this song as much as I did this very moment. Today marks the third day after my break up with Kevin about 2 weeks ago. Not to mention after a 4 year long relationship. 

“Nothing can kill me like you do.”

All the time we’ve had been together, I’ve always allowed him to kill me. I swear his presence was like a drug to me ’cause I was surely addicted to it.

You’re going straight to my head.”

But I soon realized that mine was like a cigarette to him. He would always enjoy a smoke but throw me away when done.

“And I’m heading straight for the edge.” 

I know he was playing all this while but it took me years to finally resist him. I knew he was killing me from inside, but I could not help but savour it.

“I pick my poison and it’s you.”

But I just knew I’ve had enough and could not handle it anymore. He was no longer that drug I was addicted to; he was now a poison. Killing me, gradually. I was no more that cigarette, but rather alcohol. Bitter sweet, yet enjoyable.

I was killing myself.

He was enjoying it.

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A/N : The lyrics I’ve used in here are of the song Poison by Rita Ora.

Hope For Paws

So some time ago, I was watching some videos of homeless dogs, wandering around in the streets of Los Angeles, who were brutally left alone by their owners. But soon they were rescued by the team of Hope For Paws. In case you don’t know, they are a LA based agency that go about finding dogs on the streets, provide them with a shelter,treat them with love and help them find a new home. Some of the instances of major transformations by them are there below:-​

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I honestly don’t understand how can someone be heartless enough to leave such a loyal animal on the street to starve? I was very much in tears when I saw such videos. There are people in this world who crave for the presence and the love of a dog; people like me. Then, there are people who do not appreciate them and leave them to starve to death. How can such people possibly exist in this world? Then there are people like these; who go about looking dogs on the local streets, provide them with all the possible medication, treat them with love and kindness and help them regain their trust in human beings. 

I don’t know what we, human beings, have done to deserve dogs at all. But all I can say is that I plead to every single dog owner(or any pet owner) in this world to love your pet to the fullest and do not leave them around to die. Moreover, if you can’t take their responsibility, atleast leave them with some sort of organization like Hope For Paws or Rescue From The Hart. Or better, don’t buy/adopt them in the first place, in case you wanna leave them in future or once they get old.

And to every animal rescuer out there, you are doing an amazing job. You are very much loved and your good deed is very much appreciated. 

Thank You. 

#LoveYourPetsPlease #SpreadAwareness

In A Labyrinth

I looked up to the sky.

Clueless.

Not knowing what the next chapter of life would unveil.

I looked up to the clear sky, though not with a clear mind.

Voices in my head, calling out my name.

Demons of my past, chasing me.

My fears approaching me, like a nightmare.

I shook my head.

And once again looked up to the sky.

Pointless.

Monsters in my head, screaming.

I was tumbling, falling.

I was being chased by the nightmares of my past.

My future self hiding under the tranquil of anxiety.

My present self trapped by the dreadful chains of loneliness.

I was helpless.

I looked up to the sky.

Demons of my past, chasing.

Monsters in my head, screaming.

Tuxedo

Classic bowtie.

Rado wristwatch.

White shirt.

Black Tuxedo.

The entire arena stood in silence to listen to the beats of his expensive footwear from Woodland. The room blossomed with the aroma of his Gucci scent. The audience silently admired his Armani white shirt. The ladies were left in ephemeral ecstacy; the gentlemen in absolute envy. 

He walked with pride, without a care in the world. He was never neck deep into women; nor was the wine his cup of tea

Ignoring all the masculine glares and the feminine stares, he came to a halt and ordered a lemonade for himself. He sipped his first and looked around himself with his beautiful brown, kohl-smeared eyes. He stood apart from the rest of the arena. No matter how rich he was, he did not fit in even the slighest bit wheresoever he went.

“The outside world is a cruel place.” His dad always used to say. After all, he was the one who used to understand him the best. He was the only one left for him since he turned 14, as his mother departed, for someone even richer, leaving behind a rich single father and a rich young kid. Now what only remains of his dad, is his words. The ones which he spoke before he allowed the alcohol that he had consumed, consume him. 

He was not the friendliest kid in highschool. Nor was he the heartbreaker. But definitely someone with a past and a story of his own. Perhaps, which made him stand apart from the rest of the world. Everyone knew that he hid a secret within those wonderful eyes; a story behind that attitude.The world soon, accepted as he was. But he could not help but wonder, if it was okay to be the weirdest of all.

As he pondered over this fact, he recalled what his dad once averred. To be the number 1, you gotta be odd. He smirked. There comes the answer to all his queries. 

He finished sipping his last…. and with all eyes on him he strode. The world now beheld, a confident, young man. 

The man in that black tuxedo.

Wealth

​​If today, I let you know that I have no money left in my pocket, will you still love me the same? 

If today, I lose all that I had, will you still be the same? 

Just ask yourself, would you still like to be with the same person, albeit, without a penny?  

Will you still admire her ‘beautiful’ face, just the way you used to before?

Will she remain the same person to you, just without any money in her leather purse? 

Now just ask yourself, was it actually her or her money that made you drool over her beauty?

I know you may not admit it right away.

But deep down, really deep down…

You know, it’s just her wealth that matters.

Nostalgic Footsteps

Here, we roam about, like fishes in a pond.

Talking about the days that are forever, ever gone.

Muttering things of which we are not so fond.         

And thus, all night, we go on and on.

We go about talking of things of the past. 

Some things that were never real. 

Some things that never did last.

But we go about saying all that we feel.

We go about talking all night, all day.

We seldom ever utter a Goodbye. 

We go about saying all that we have to say.

And hence, we’ll go about until we die.

We roam about the streets, hand-in-hand.

Talking about the things that are forever, ever gone.

We laugh, we cry, we talk and…

So, our lives go on and on.

We wonder if anyone does care.

What if to someone we really matter?

We don’t, perhaps, have this burden to bear.

Thus, all night, we chatter.

The clock struck eight,

But we just didn’t care.

We carried on till late.

With our feet all bare.

We walked past noon.

We ran till the dawn.

Saying ‘hello’ to the moon,

We went on and on.

We smiled through the pain,

We just didn’t cry.

We laughed in vain.

Till our lips went all dry. 

We went on as if,

We had nothing to fear,

Along the chills and amidst

All those glares. 

We went about striding

To the place we belong.

And thus, we reached our destination

As we went on and on.