“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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Thursday, August 29, 2013

Now!

Hey.. Peeps.. :) “You are not meant to serve time. Time is meant to serve you. Become the master of your now.” ―quoted E'yen A. Gardner. God knows what the hell I've been doing. My blog is dead, no update from past 2 weeks, gah! Guess, I forgot I have a blog too. Really? Nah!

Guess, writer’s block? I dunno. I do two things for sure no matter what: either I write or I think of writing. I am passionately in love with language. I love to think, love to dream –well, who doesn't  Can spend hours doing that, LOL!

Just a thought: All you have is “now” and it totally depends how you take your now as. I always say, life is what you take it as. It is totally cool if you think life is bitch –‘cause I agree on that too, but still it is a gift. Depends how you see different dimensions of it. You always have options, just because you couldn't see it; you couldn't blame you’re out of options.

I consider every situation as an image; I zoom charge over the part I like and crop rest. There is always something good about something bad. I always try to extract best from worst and sometimes I make it more worse but again that’s not useless, at least I've got something to tell if somebody asks what’s worse I've been through.

Anyways, I've become so lazy these days. But I remember Bill Gates saying –“I choose a lazy person to do a hard job. Because a lazy person will find an easy way to do it”. And that could be the reason I have no chances or plans to improve. ROFL. Okay, fine. I gotta decide something: If I ask you to choose between left and right which one will you choose, left or right? –no diplomatic answers. ;) Signing out.. may God bless y’all.. :)

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Authorised To Be Eccentric

Hey.. Peeps.. :) Know what, being eccentric is like the odd one out. Must be familiar with the look people give you when you are being one. But one thing is for sure, all you gotta do is to chuck it. Love this quote by E.A. Bucchianeri, “I am an artist you know ... it is my right to be odd.” –kinda fits; ain't it?

There have been jerks, I came across (and I am sure there are many more in pipeline) who had some other image of mine, repelling my real. Sometimes, we make a cognitive image and compare the actual one with it and then the difference pisses off. Goddamn, why people compare?

And then there is a bunch of people who are never tired of telling me how should I dress up and do my hair, or that looks good on me, or I look complete disaster in that.. and blah blah blah. I just want them to know: I am an individual, have identity of my own.  I dress up for myself not the way people wanna see me in; I am not mannequin after all.

People can’t bother you unless you give them your consent and once you give –it becomes an arithmetic progression; it keeps going on. So here I am, and how I am with you totally depends on how you are. Am no different; am common in unique way. Perfectly imperfect; a tough combo. You can label me anything you want, that is not gonna make any difference. Just like changing the label of a bottle doesn't change the content in it. Signing out.. may God bless y’all.. :)

Sunday, August 11, 2013

Void Within

“We become aware of the void as we fill it.” ―Antonio Porchia

























With fleeting thoughts and monologues;

lost; under the azure sky I lie,
when old memories bring smile and tears;
I can feel that yawning ache and cry.

Absorbed in the silence;
can hear my heartbeat echoing loud,
thinking of my dreams come true;
searching my identity in the crowd.

This battle of me versus myself;
with all the hope I try to win,
blaming the misfortunes;
leaving me void within.

On the joke of uncertainty;
I try to laugh my fears out,
dare to walk the lane of memory;
wondering, this is what life’s all about.

Seen my own shadow leaving me;
as I was losing myself to darkness,
dragging myself back to life;
aware of the chances, so less.

This battle of me versus myself;
with all the hope I try to win,
blaming the misfortunes;
leaving me void within.

~Shreya ♥

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Friday, August 9, 2013

I'll Be There For You

“One thing’s certain, life with you is never gonna be boring”―Kristen Ashley























When nightmares wake you up;
and you’re scared to the core so deep,
I’ll sing you lullaby right next to you;
till you feel alright and fall asleep.

Will fight back all your fears;
that keeps haunting you inside,
temme what and all troubles you;
don’t leave anything to hide.

Don’t worry, I’ll be there for you;
no matter where you go; I’ll be along,
don’t care what you choose;
I’ll be there even if you’re wrong.

Can’t bring back your yesterday;
can’t promise you tomorrow,
all I can give you is today;
no matter if I've to borrow.

You can temme all your secrets;
I’ll try if you want me to guess,
can count me in to hear you;
for all the things you wanna confess.

Don’t worry, I’ll be there for you;
no matter where you go; I’ll be along,
don’t care what you choose;
I’ll be there even if you’re wrong.

When you feel like crying all your heart out;
I’ll lend you my shoulder to cry on,
when you’ll be happy and feel like dancing;
I’ll join you with the party song.

When you can’t make time to see me;
I won’t question you for your absence,
may not talk to you for a while;
but I guess you can let go that non-sense.

Don’t worry, I’ll be there for you;
no matter where you go; I’ll be along,
don’t care what you choose;
I’ll be there even if you’re wrong.

~Shreya ♥

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P.P.S. Work Of Fiction

Sunday, August 4, 2013

Yup, I Am Gonna Die Single

Hey.. Peeps.. :) “Single life is the best life until you get hit by lonely nights.” ―quoted Jonathan Anthony Burkett, well true. Um.. Happy Friendship Day to all my fellow bloggers, though am still looking for what’s there to be so happy about this friendship day?

Okay, here is the convo that happens between me & myself every time I think of having someone special (do they really exist?) in my life.

Me: I want him to be just good.
Myself: “As if you are the only one expecting this”, the queue is pretty long.
Me: Shut up! I mean he should be good to me.
Myself: Really? “As if you won’t care how he is with rest of the world”.
Me: Forget that, “he should have a killing smile”.
Myself: Did you mean, you’ll reject someone really good if he is having horrible smile?
Me: Nah.. but.. I dunno.
Myself: You know actually but fair enough if you don’t wanna accept it.
Me: Darn! Okay, he should be crazy about music and plays Guitar like Billie Joe Armstrong.
Myself: So here you are planning for substitutes of Billie Joe Armstrong? Wow!
Me: I just want that quality of him.
Myself: Did you say “quality”? Well are you buying an article?
Me: You won’t understand.
Myself: Well, explain me then.
Me: I quit! “Yup, I am gonna die single”.

You know what, I feel: If you can’t find happiness in yourself, you can’t find it elsewhere. Signing out.. may God bless y’all.. :)             

Friday, August 2, 2013

Stoic Realm

“Given the choice between the experience of pain and nothing, I would choose pain.” –William Faulkner


















Darkness ain't stranger;
pretty familiar with that pain,
that resides somewhere around;
breaks me apart again and again.

Those commitments of happiness;
due since quite long time,
leaves me almost speechless;
like an artist involved in mime.

Got my wounds ripped off;
and there is no more scream,
for it’s hard to feel anything;
being a citizen of stoic realm.

Longing for the difference to feel;
between happiness and sorrow,
that keeps fading away;
in the hope of better tomorrow.

Scars replaced by new wounds;
so foreign to my memory,
overshadows my happiness;
am clueless, so eerie.

Have seen my only hope dying;
yet occupied by fake dream,
knew that’s never gonna turn real;
being a citizen of stoic realm.

~Shreya 

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