“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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Wednesday, July 23, 2014

You’re Beautiful Too

"You know you're beautiful the way you are. Beauty is at its best when you don't try to be beautiful. No matter what race you belong to, you're black or white, tall or short, fat or thin. There's always somebody who's crazy about you for the way you are. Crazy not about your body, but about the one in it. Stay same –laugh, cry, express anger and wonder, yawn, go mischievous -all the time you look great."

















When you smile;
that curve for a while,
makes your eyes twinkle;
like youth peeked out of every wrinkle,
no matter you belong to which race;
you've got a pretty face.

When you cry;
when somebody asks you deny,
and the tears that fall;
looks like the best pearls of all,
and the way they shine;
like diamonds, sublime.

When you raise your brows in surprise;
with questions in your eyes,
uncertainty could be this great;
I've never imagined of that,
and then it comes back to normal;
like someone has answered it all.

When you miss someone, lost deep;
try hard but can't sleep,
unaware you're beautiful too;
and you want 'em to adore you,
well, you must be someone's bliss;
may not be the one you often miss.

When anger turns you tough;
for the hidden love that isn't enough,
you mess up your face, unseen;
battling inside; keeping outside serene,
for those eyes I can read;
longing for the return love you feed.

When you're scared;
realized nobody cared,
with a huge lump in throat;
trying to fix the fear you've got,
look great when you fight;
with the demons inside.

When you are asleep;
adoring innocence you keep,
unintended like a child;
even admired by blind,
makes even narcissist believe;
in the beauty you perceive.

When you are mischief;
like child in you knows no grief,
you don't care of black and white;
of what's wrong and right,
you play with little demon in you;
believe me you're beautiful too.

~Shreya 

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

P.P.S. Work Of Fiction! 

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

To Kill The Bitch Curled Inside

Hey.. Peeps.. :) So, my absence here is for more than a week with less signs of improvement. Ever since I am doing night shifts, I have started skipping posts. I do write though, mostly in my phone. Zillions of notes are there, written in insomnia or free time or on my way to office. All are my favourite as they are raw and un-edited, just inked my mind. 

Guess, many could relate to the feeling when you argue with your mum and then feel sorry later knowing that you were wrong. Gawd, I am such a bitch. I felt terrible, and she has always been generous. The level of me being a bitch doesn't stop here; I forgot my parent's marriage anniversary. Can anyone beat this? Imagine, my mum-dad forget to wish me on my birthday –I will definitely go extremely mad for ages. But when I forgot their anniversary, they were like guess what's today? Damn me, didn't guess –just asked what it is.

Phew! There was a time when we used to talk 3-4 times a day, we used to Skype. Now, one call a day is like completing some quota. “How are you, yes am alive. Okay, take care –bye!” Gah! They don’t want to disturb me due to odd time and seems like I care a damn to return call when I get time. So this family convo is for weekends, long talks and all. They promised to come to meet me in August. I am fighting on this every day. I know I will convince ‘em as always.


I want to be ordinary, as simple as I could be. I want crosswords to be complicated only. I want my time away from phone and all these digital equipments. I want pets to be waiting for me when I return home after office and feed them. Let them cuddle me and surprise me every day. I want too many plants around and water them twice a day –and jump in happiness when they grow and bloom. No, I don’t want to post it on Instagram. I want birds to sing and fly around my window. I want winters to come soon, I love winters.

..And then, there's this bitch in me who wants a strong professional life too. Work like crazy, emotionless machine. Achieve laurels of success, be a part of rat race –like everyone else. Make living on my own, struggle to know how world outside home works. Explore rare dimensions of life and expect things to positively surprise me. Most of the times I want to kill that bitch, but it seem important to keep that bitch alive to make up for the times I was fooled –letting her to control me but support me when I encounter foreign one. Signing out.. may God bless y’all.. :)

Sunday, July 6, 2014

You Are Not Alone

“We all are same –be it anger, joy, sadness, pain, pleasure, love, crush, secret, fear, dream, desire, respect. We all have an account of all these, little or more. Universe is no new place; it’s within –deep down. Lean a little low and find it right there. It conspires great incidences, prejudiced decisions. Pending thoughts lost to oblivion search a mind to convey the message. We are so one, so not agreed upon, so individual having an entity of own. We are not alone –just an illusion of not being a part of huge masses, not present where presence and absence have no account –a space un-welcomed.”


















You find darkness everywhere,
scared and lost in despair;
the air that you breathe,
feels heavier bathed in greed;
and you're choke,
for the promises that were broke;
at times you wish to die,
can't tell the truth, don't want to lie;
some dreams undone,
fears that were never won;
secret desire within,
that perfect sin;
someone's pretty smile,
becomes your happiness for a while;
songs sung in whisper,
Cupid hit you even deeper;
sigh on someone's shoulder,
your idea to get older;
happiness shared with few,
when you're broke no one knew;
long sleepless hours,
time that you curse;
have been jealous at times,
lead to sweetest crimes;
tears that fall,
nobody noticed at all;
darkest corner where you hide,
when pain yawns from inside;
you give up all to chance,
choose to hide and dance;
try to cherish the solitude,
you care but act rude;
miss someone but can't call,
attitude matters after all;
your prolonged happiness,
that favourite dress;
the anger profound,
unexpressed, often around;
some decisions done on mood,
some wrong, some good;
the rare respect,
resides within, people suspect;
all those things that scare,
your stumbled dare;
memories you miss,
lost faded bliss;
some hard work unrewarded,
failure made you feel dead;
for a while shook your belief,
dumped you in grief;
your countless dreams,
those imaginary realms;
expected delayed holidays,
lazy, unplanned Sundays;
crazy funny fantasies,
midnight cakes and candies;
astound nightmares,
followed by scream and prayers;
wishes whispered in silence,
desire to turn ‘em real once;
Well you are not alone,
we all feel the same;
some unsaid,
some yet to name.

~Shreya ♥ 

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P.P.S. Hope y’all can relate well with this one.