“At one magical instant in your early childhood, the page of a book—that string of confused, alien ciphers—shivered into meaning. Words spoke to you, gave up their secrets; at that moment, whole universes opened. You became, irrevocably, a reader.” –Alberto Manguel

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Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Walk Away

























You ignore me.. oh;
but I keep on staring you,
to make me feel good;
your smile is just enough.

And you cut me down;
I bleed but you don’t care though,
and I still hold on;
all your memories, you know.

I am standing here, all alone;
walk away; walk away,
don’t wanna hear all your lies;
for all the times you say-ay-ay-ay.

I’ve seen the real you;
still I stick to my guns,
but you don’t give a damn;
no matter if all my gut churns.

I am content with loneliness;
but its so hard to trust,
it just couldn’t happen to me;
and all my hope turn to rust.

Still am standing here, all alone;
walk away; walk away,
don’t come around ever again;
if you’re not gonna stay-ay-ay-ay.

~Shreya ♥
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Thursday, February 21, 2013

Being Lonely

Hey.. Peeps.. :) All great and precious things are lonely. –quoted John Steinbeck, well does that mean I am great & precious or am not at all lonely? I feel you are lonely when you have nobody to ask how are you when you are not well. When nobody asks what happened to you and when nobody gives a damn on your absence.

This feeling scares to the core and hurts so deep, and finally we see the whole world as alone and try to convince ourselves that everyone feels the same shit at a certain phase of time. Life never fails to act bitch. I remember a quote by Kurt Cobain –Nobody dies virgin, life fucks all.

Well, I can relate myself with this quote by Jodi Picoult –What was wrong with me? I had a decent life. I was healthy. I wasn't starving or maimed by a land mine or orphaned. Yet somehow, it wasn't enough. I had a hole in me, and everything I took for granted slipped through it like sand. I felt like I had swallowed yeast, like whatever evil was festering inside me had doubled in size.

People say I am mysterious and deep, well I think I can’t keep secrets and I am just open to particular kind of people. I don’t sing my story in front of all, I’d like to if I have decent audience. “Loneliness is the unloneliest feeling in the world, as everyone has experienced it.” –quoted Jarod Kintz. Signing out.. may God bless y’all.. :)
 

Thursday, February 14, 2013

Tormented





















I just wanna walk away;
from this world and be alone,
where my shadow couldn’t chase me;
and I stay hidden in the world of my own.

I don’t wanna go back;
to the world so rude,
surrounded by fair weather cocks;
‘cause it hurts to the core so brute.

I don’t wanna argue anymore;
they’ve got devil’s advocate,
they’ve got power of bribe and lie;
and I gotta be satisfied with my fantasy faith.
why is everything so complicated?
makes me feel all I am is tormented.

how do they convince themselves?
to be such a heart stone,
back stabbing and be so mean;
is what it takes to be the one.

It bleeds me to think;
the fight is the world versus me,
all I have is handful of hope;
praying for more going by my knee(s).

I don’t wanna argue anymore;
they’ve got devil’s advocate,
they’ve got power of bribe and lie;
and I gotta be satisfied with my fantasy faith.
why is everything so complicated?
makes me feel all I am is tormented.

~Shreya ♥
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Wednesday, February 6, 2013

I Regret



Here in my heart;
where you use to live,
where you rule all over;
and I surrender like a thief.

I lose my control;
as you take it all,
I go on my knees;
every time you make fall.

I wish this is just a dream;
and no more real, no more real,
but your single thought;
makes it hard to deal, hard to deal.

So I just gotta try to forget;
and pretend like we never met,
but it hurts so bad and I feel like crying;
and it makes me regret, I regret.

When I fell in dark;
you just stepped back,
without me, so rude;
leaving me crawling to the black.

I still look for you;
but you don’t give a damn,
it tears me apart;
I gotta scream out your name.

So I wish this is just a dream;
and no more real, no more real,
but your single thought;
makes it hard to deal, hard to deal.

So I just gotta try to forget;
and pretend like we never met,
but it hurts so bad and I feel like crying;
and it makes me regret, I regret.

~Shreya ♥
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Sunday, February 3, 2013

My Valentine?

Hey.. Peeps.. :) “The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person.” –Chuck Palahniuk, well I guess it’s true. Okay, let me tell ya’ll why am talking ‘bout this? –its February, Valentine’s Day, remember? So what am gonna do this Valentine? As if am gonna celebrate, lol! Its Thursday on February 14th –gotta work full day in office.

So um.. What I want this Valentine? –I want my Mr. Fate to have a crush on me, at least. At least I can expect my luck to be good this year. God knows.. what’s next? I read somewhere –The harder we work, the luckier we get. Darn, this belief of mine is fading away. I am scared it will stand no more and before it happens –I want Mr. Fate to work on it and bring my belief back.

Today if I look back for my options, I find many and a fleeting thought whispers me I could be someone else. So I just don’t wanna look back now, even if I gotta look back I don’t wanna get that scary thought to pass through to temme about my missed options. I am never afraid of making mistakes, I know it happens to those who try –I am always afraid of repeating the same. Life offers us chances to correct; it’s we who fail to count.

Its been more than an year in Bangalore and I still feel myself that new, I kinda miss a group of good friends (I used to have in college) whom I can go out and have a nice time. Few of my new friends are there with their own plans, I was never been part of. One strange thing ‘bout Mr. Fate –walks in when least expected and walks out when most welcomed. Sometimes it feels sick to spend weekend without any plans.

Feels like time and options are just enemies –they just can’t stand in same room. When I have time, I look for options and when I am ready with option(s) time sweeps away. I just wish time & options to be friends this Valentine. There has been nothing so special for me about Valentine, for me it is just a day to enjoy if you have time and good friends and a day to realize that you gotta make one if you don't have any.

I always have complains that I don’t get time, so I wish Mr. Fate brings time for me this Valentine onwards. How about having two Valentines? –Not bad, when Mr. Fate and time are in combo offer. I wish to be a better person and to be grown up. Should stop bothering ‘bout past, should appreciate for what I am. Currently listening, sacrifice by Elton John -nice song. Signing out.. may God bless y’all.. :)

P.S. Mr. Fate refers to: Luck/Destiny/or whatever you name it as.