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Thursday, January 16, 2014

Refuse My Love

“My heart no longer felt as if it belonged to me. It now felt as it had been stolen, torn from my chest by someone who wanted no part of it.” ―Meredith Taylor

















Holding back fading memories;
all your thoughts in my head,
insomnia seems no stranger now;
keeps me rolling in the bed,
scrolling down your photographs;
texts that countless times I read,
I wish to sleep for a while but;
chose to think about you instead.

Walking on the highway of uncertainty;
blindfolded, with stumbled feet;
refuse my love and tear me down,
gotta walk alone this one-way street.

Heart doesn't belong to me now;
I doubt as it attempts to run,
am not sure about yours, but;
guess mine won’t belong to none,
losing you rarely bothered;
but losing me was the one,
traumatized in middle of nowhere;
with this existence, guess I’m done.

Walking on the highway of uncertainty;
as I see your promises so paper thin,
refuse my love and tear me down;
I don’t feel alive, killed myself within.

~Shreya ♥

P.S. My creation, please do not copy | Copyright © Protected | Image: Google

P.P.S. Inspired by a friend’s story.

Wednesday, January 8, 2014

Bad Bitch Mode

Hey.. Peeps.. :) Wish my readers and fellow bloggers a very happy New Year. “A conclusion is simply the place where you got tired of thinking.” ―Dan Chaon. Well, am really tired of explaining to people, complaining to people and moreover dragged into some situation I have nothing to deal with. I've always believed that there is an option, just because you can’t see you can’t blame anybody –but sometimes it really helps to point out your finger to somebody.

Insomnia is at its worst –could see dark circles getting even darker, bigger and deeper as if they are gonna stick into my skull. Mixed and complicated sorta feelings hit now and then. Mood swings are like imprisoned in me and there is no hope of parole. Calendar is like in no mood to change these sick days. Gemini horoscope sucks and I really wanna sue that site that wrote: “Gemini gonna have best time this year, with some bullshit like moon in that fuckin’ house and that planet in that asshole and blah blah blah.” I never believe that though.

In the meantime (when I say meantime, it’s the time between where am half asleep and half awake) I had fleeting thought: We measure our happiness with our expectations and demands; somehow they are linked to it by default. We build castle of our happiness on expectations and waves of reality blows it off. Sometimes all I want is to sneak out to a place no one knows me, drink till I lose all my senses, sleep for ages and throw my phone away.

Left office early today, wasn't well and that’s how I got to see how the Sun looks like in evening. Sometimes such unplanned breaks or escapes are healing. Know what am so much addicted to work or I must say am so workaholic that sometimes when am on leave I miss work, and sometimes I just wanna be invisible at work.

I wish to be in a bad bitch mode for couple of days –limited meeting to people, less exchange of words, lesser friendly, accurate, punctual like machines. When I expect people to trust me and they say: “I will try”, I am tempted to ask –am I antivirus software that comes on trial version policy? Well that’s true; when you are trying something new and good, nobody believes you –like unproved theorems. Signing out.. may God bless y’all.

P.S. I am not at all sorry for the language, I do not censor.