“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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Friday, September 26, 2014

Mirrors

"Mirrors don't lie, they reflect what they see. They are balanced equation, as they receive to give. But what if mirrors lie, manipulate the outcome and satisfy the master. Lies heal sometimes, assumptions give courage and reflections sometimes perfectly destroy the expectations. We look for what we want to see, and what if mirrors show exactly what we want to see, superimpose the flaws to strengthen the belief that flaws are beauty marks? Could there ever be a magic mirror that could satisfy the profound hunger of narcissism? May be, may be in somebody's eyes."























There's a tornado of scars in my chest;
growing big every inch as time passes by,
by the time agony comes to rest;
it’s gonna be the time for final goodbye.

Time is a misleading thing to measure;
expectations still feel like French wine,
what are we left with to treasure;
when you hear your flaws from grapevine.

With the facts that I knew;
dared to have a look yet refrain,
mirrors heal and hurt too;
with a handful of feelings, so profane.

To find a mirror that satisfies;
ages passed but I still believe,
I shall find in those deep eyes;
that don't know how to grieve.

Magic exists they say;
only if you wish to see,
well I longed for it every day;
un-witnessed, prolonged it could be.

With the facts untrue;
against my wish I'd find,
mirrors heal and hurt too;
if they can't see, they're blind.

~Shreya 

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P.P.S. Work Of Fiction!

Monday, September 15, 2014

The Un-Edited

Hey.. Peeps.. :) I know, I know I’ve been missing from my blog for long time. Well I wanted some time off thinking. But you know, I still have to figure out how to un-think? That’s my problem, I overthink. They say, if you figure out the problem you can easily find the solution. Well chuck it, that doesn’t fit well everywhere, we have got exceptions everywhere. Mine is a huge exception.

So am happy am going home in October end, will see my sister in Mumbai and go home together. I love Mumbai, beaches specially. I believe beaches have power to make you feel better, no matter what. So, it is gonna be great. I love my job, everything is perfect. Is it? Yes it is. Exceptions are always there as I said, so I don’t count them. Everything is perfect, certainly. If not, it will be –hopefully. Nah, it’s good. 

Hmm.. I am happy today, positive unlimited. Like I wanna encounter a dissatisfied soul and call hey you dearie, come here and hug and say it is gonna be fine bud –whatever it is. Make a stranger smile for no reason and never disclose my identity and remember the episode whenever I feel blues. How ‘bout starting with the next stranger I see, call like hey you the one in say white tee.. blah blah blah.. Does that make sense? Nah, they will run to me and kill me for wasting their time. Well, I won’t regret and consider as bad attempt. Really? Nah.. nope, bad idea. Never, shut up!

See, we are afraid of failure, me you, we all. What did I miss? May be a rare dimension of the situation, like okay that stranger could be with matching wavelengths and we could be friends or may be a good episode I’d ever want to remember and tell my friends, and write about it. Who knows? Yea, who knows I start liking yellow? Did I just say yellow? Nah! Who knows, I wake up a morning and say hell yeah that’s all I want. You can sing Annie’s the Sun will come out tomorrow to keep yourself warm.

Why am I writing today is, I wish to. I wish zillion things and writing has always been in my favor. I love myself when I write, when words flow out and I think. That’s so me. Its 2:00 in morning and the best time of 24 hours. There’s not a single letter that I edited in this post, it’s as raw as my thoughts are right now. Okay, I got a thing to tell y’all. I love reading Christopher Poindexter. He got me, touched the forbidden chords. Reading, damn.. that’s all I want. A book and a bed, am happy. Signing out.. may God bless ya’ll.. :)