Posted in #blogging, #life, #Poetry, Writing

A Virtual Life

While there’s enough noise
The silence is creeping
There are followers
And no friends
We are following and being followed
Rather than knowing and to be known
Everyone’s keen to see
The inside of each other’s life
To just have a piece of buzz
A lots of likes on smiling pictures
And the layers,
No one’s interested what’s underneath
Or in the eyes,
Everything is so superficial
And all the words fake
We have come so closer
And grown so apart
A lot to say in the disappearing story
What’s in the heart remains unheard
We are in each other’s chats and DMs
But no heart felt conversations
There’s a life we all want to live
And no one’s really alive
Just fulfilling the requirements
Breathing and existing
Why someone’s death
Makes us realize
That we need to live?
And why are we not together
Living with each other
Listening
Sharing
Caring and understanding more
And tagging less?
Why can we not for once
Be with someone in actuality
Than merely existing
On each other’s pages of Virtuality.

@thelostsoul_writes

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Posted in #blogging, #life, Self love, Strength, Writing

To Love the one…that is you!!

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There are so many moments in our life that make us feel it’s over, like there is nothing beyond this pain and hurt. This darkness takes over and everything seems blank. The feeling of emptiness, a hollowness which can’t be filled and every little thing frustrates to the core. Things which made us happy before hurt us now.
Loneliness! A feeling that there’s no one for us, and we are all alone in this world, left to bear that pain everyday, when we open our eyes and every night lying on the bed, closed eyes, there’s this feeling to end all of this torment right and then.

This feeling!!!!

We all have felt that way, at some point of time in life we all have this feeling. Alone! I felt that. Still feel that, days in a row when I want to just go somewhere, where I don’t get hurt again, where I don’t cry, where I can smile. Moments when I need someone to be with me, we all want that right? To have someone who can just embrace us with our flaws and love our scars and make us whole?
Those moments in which we feel so weak and we are so down, heart full of hurt and mind full of anger and pain.

Why do we feel this?

The root of all the sufferings is attachment. I never realised this until I experienced this in my life, we get attached and then without even knowing we start expecting that same attachment from the other person. Expectation doesn’t hurt, but expecting from the wrong person does. Even a person isn’t wrong or right, when we get attached to someone, we can’t expect from the other person to reciprocate the same.

What I am implying with all of this?

Love the one that is you!!

Although I need to learn this myself, and I am learning this everyday, the cardinal thing in life we all need to learn is to love this one person in our life who is most important, and that is US. We need to learn to love ourself and live for ourself.
To accept that it’s only us who can be there for us and no one else will be. We aren’t alone ever, we always have us, ourself.We don’t need anyone to get dependent on, just faith and believe in ourself.
To learn that we don’t need anyone to make us feel whole because we are never incomplete, we are complete on our own. We don’t need to find happiness in someone else, it’s within us, we just need to explore it and accept that we can be happy on our own as well. Yes, we all feel shattered and broken, but that’s okay, to be broken means we can heal.
To know that, the home we try to find or built in someone else is not to be found because it’s there in you!! Look deep within in your heart. Pull yourself up and smile, because that’s what we need to do. Smile and face the world and accept the truth,
Love isn’t something we need to find in someone else, it’s there within you.
It’s difficult but it’s the only truth!! That someone is always you and no one else!!

@thelostsoul

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Posted in #blogging, #life, #Poetry, Writing

Do you???

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What am I trying to find? In this world, among this chaos. What is that is not complete and I want to make it whole so bad? And why? Why can’t I let it be like it is?
Why everything need an ending , a closing. Why when something change it hurts.
There are so many why and no answer. Or there is an answer and I can’t find.
What is the point of existing? What is that I am searching? Why is this sadness? What is that keeps on lingering beyond the hurt? There is this emptiness. A void that can’t be filled, this voice that is unheard. Am I the only one hollow? Or you feel this vacantness too?
Is it just me or you think it too? Am I the only one or you looking for a path too? This pain, Only I feel this or you suffer from it too? Only I am the one with questions or you are finding answers too?

I wonder if we all feel the same?
Are we all lost? Or just wander..
That I wonder!!!
That I wonder?

@thelostsoul

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Posted in #blogging, #Poetry, Heart, Love, Strength, Writing

Beautiful Purple Sky

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I was just walking by
While turning towards my house
I just looked at the sky
Just like that
I felt something,
Like the sky talking to me
Something moved I felt
And a ping of pain in my heart
The sky looked the same
As it was the day, that day we met.

I lost my way then
For I forgot where I was coming from
Or going to?
Is that my home?
Or was it you?
Now you aren’t with me, do I have any?
Any home?

My heart screamed!!
No one heard though
My eyes were searching
Something? Or you?
I looked at the sky again
Is it same ? Or is it changed?
It isn’t that anymore
Isn’t it?
Because you aren’t that anymore,
I saw it changing colours
Just like you,
The pinkish hue
Turned some pale
Like me!

Was I lost? Or did I loose you?
Or did I loose my mind?
Was it just me? Or I saw?
I saw the sky crying
Felt some tears,
From my eyes?
Or was it rain?
That pain knocked again
Which I thought have gone?

Why do I feel lost? When,
When there’s nothing I did lost
Loosing you? You never really did
Exist for me but yourself!!
I was here then
And I was alone
I knew how to walk
I know how to move on, on my own
And though I thought I made you,
You never were my home!!

There it was,
I got my way again
With the moving sky
Turning shades
Changing colours
While moving ahead
I recognise that smile
The one before you,
Or anyone else
I looked at the sky for one last time
I knew this colour
This colour,
I know I was moving in the right direction
The sky smiled
And I smiled at it too,
And I smiled some more
Under this new
This new, beautiful,
Beautiful Purple Sky!!!

The Lost Soul 

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Posted in #blogging, #life, A girl’s life, Being a girl, Woman, Writing

Woman: A Bleeding Marvel!

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Mom what are periods?”
Asked a 13 year old.
(Looking puzzled)
“You will know when its time”
Answered the mother perplexed with a simple question.

This is not so common now a days but still a common scenario of every second household. I know this because I asked that question to my mom once and I got the same answer.
Although I already got to know about it from my friends I still wanted to ask that from my mother,Her not answering actually reflects the mindset of typical Indian females about menstruation.

What Menstruation or periods in simple term are?

After a certain age, a girls body start to have certain biological changes. After every 28 days or so, the uterus sheds the extra tissue lining which is formed for the egg to fertilise. And
Then bleeding stays for 5 to 7 days.
There is nothing mysterious that is happening In a girl’s body. And every girl must know about this from the very start.

Menstruation is a normal biological process that is as necessary as breathing or existing because that makes a girl a woman or wonder because it gives a woman power to create another life form. Isn’t this the most fascinating thing?
Then why is it not talked about or why people aren’t open about it or why people are disgusted about periods.

Afemale bleeds for 5 days and still carry herself, isn’t this astounding?

Not only mothers, why aren’t fathers concerned with this? Why not brothers are taught about this? Why not all the boys are taught about this wonderful process?

Why periods are still a taboo?

People In a family dread to talk about periods. Due to various illogical and non sense reasons periods are considered impure or when a girl is on her periods she is unclean. The blood stain if seen is considered dirty and fill the girl with shame? And why? Beliefs that are just imposed upon from ages. Connecting periods with religion and culture make it difficult to talk about.

It’s nothing to be discreet about!!!

Periods are something to be celebrated but because of people’s unawareness even girls feel ashamed of the fact that they bleed. It affects the girl’s mind not about just menstruation but her body too.
And it can impact on their sexuality as well.

The point I want to stress upon here is that menstruation should be discussed openly so that every father, every brother, every Friend, every husband and every son know the fact that how much a woman go through, and how it is just periods and nothing to be ashamed of and when In need they know what and how to help the woman in their life.

Give her comfort and a smile!

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So that No girl is ashamed to talk about her biological cycle, or hides the pad inside her bag, or is not apprehensive of buying pads from a male, so that every girl can feel comfortable with her being herself.

Yes, we bleed and yes somehow this humanity is existing because of the fact that a girl bleeds.

The Lost Soul

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Posted in #blogging, #life, Self love, Strength, Writing

Perfectly Flawed

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“She got that sexy figure”
“Oh her perfect curves”
“Eww! How could be anyone that thin?!”
“She needs to workout on her”
“Oh! How fair she is”
“Will you ever get someone? With this complexion of yours? “

These are few of the random things knowingly or unknowingly, intentionally or unintentionally we speak or hear or use. There’s a thin line between complimenting and commenting and people often forget that.

I have been dealing with inferiority complex issues all my life. And then anxiety due to that, Not feeling happy in my skin. I always had problems with how I look or my complexion or my hair or my weight and somehow it was all connected with the fact that I often heard such expressions around me, for me,and it started to creep in my personality. I always thought I am not good enough.

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I am not here to talk about my problem or my issues or to discuss about body shaming but their were so many thoughts in my mind and I just felt like sharing them here.

Beauty is something over rated in our society from centuries and is mostly connected to the second sex, yes that’s what we were called, females.
And we girls often just give in to this thing which we are taught from the beginning like being a girl we have to look pretty all the time. We just start believing in what is there already  and we are never taught to question it.
I am not denying that males aren’t body shamed but not as much as a female.

Where does the problem lies?

Problem is Us believing.
Our belief  in the things which we are told about and taught. And us not questioning it. Why don’t we question why a girl need to look pretty? Why a girl with curves is sexy? Or why a girl with bigger breasts or large butts is hot? And why a girl with a tummy isn’t pretty? And why a girl with fair complexion is treated as angelic? Or why all of these are just attached with only the females?

The point I am focusing on isn’t that one should not maintain their health and fitness or look pretty, but what I mean is that it should be done but not for others and definitely not on the cost of deteriorating one’s mental health.
Girls start to have inferiority complex issues that create a deep impact on their personality from their teenage years which actually affect their lives till later stage in so many ways.
It creates complication for a girl in the personal front as a girl with such issues will always have a thought in mind Am I good enough? And questioning self worth is the worst thing a person could do to torture oneself.

What I want to focus here on is the fact that being beautiful will not have any importance unless that beauty doesn’t make you feel complete and whole in what and who you are. It won’t matter how thin or how sexy curves you have when to achieve that you lost your happiness and mental health or deprived yourself of the sleep or food that made you happy.
Everyone has flaws and the existence of humanity lies in the fact that we are tend to be flawed and no one has any right to question someone’s appearance in terms of their own set standards.
A Flaw for some may be a beauty for another.
No matter how you look, what colour your skin is or what weight you have or what size until the fact that it makes you smile  and feel comfortable and a satisfaction of you being you and that too whole.

As an individual what we need to learn is to love and accept  the fact that this is what we are and come in terms to whatever we are and embrace that. We all are just flesh and bones. Yes,being healthy is important or having curves or having or doing anything that makes you look good but only  till the point that it makes you feel cheerful  within you and your soul.

As a part of society what everyone need to learn is not to comment or compliment someone in a way that makes them think over it. That makes them question their individuality.

Being myself suffering from these issues have actually made me realise some of these things but trust me path of loving yourself isn’t easy and every day it feels like a defeat but somehow I am managing it and somehow I am moving ahead in it. I am trying to love me more and focusing on what I can do to enhance what I have and learning to love my flaws.
Because every one is flawed and that too uniquely.

Beauty is not in being just that pretty face but it is in the eyes and the smile of the soul which appears on the curves of the lips.

The Lost Soul

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Posted in #blogging, #life, #Poetry, Heart, Love, Writing

In the Twilight!!!

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Come closer to listen what my soul speaks 

But my lips couldn’t…..

Bring me back to life
Give me some more breathes
Love me a little more this time
Make me alive again
This life
This heart
All I could ever give
Have it all and just love me once
Love me once more
Make this heart beat again
Hold me together
Take away this pain
I did try
I tried
Try and try
To ease this suffocation
All in vain!!
I need you more
I want you
Will you please fill this emptiness?
Or Am I destined to be drowned forever?
Will this murkiness ever fade?
Or Is It just me who have lost all colours?
Do you hear my pleas?
Or shall I screech in the silence ?
Or is It ambiguous what I say?
Am I Lost?
Will you please find a way ?
Reach out to me
Take me out of this abyss
Will you?
I am screaming
And sinking
Shrieking
And screaming
And grieving
Hold my hand once more
Take me out
Show me the dawn
Before my heart sets in the dusk
Give me a rainbow
Give me life
Oh! Please one more time!!
Before I reach the horizon
Meet me once more
Meet me there
Be my earth
Make me your sky
Show me the light
Meet me one last time
Give me some more breathes
Just hold my hand
Embosom me
Meet me there
In the rain
And in the Twilight…..

@thelostsoul_writes

The Lost Soul

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Posted in #blogging, #life, Love, Unsent letter, Writing

Culmination… a letter

25A714F7-34C7-4EAB-9E53-A6EACAD87EBA.jpegLoving you was the most beautiful feeling I ever had and I can not deny, it still is. Though this can not change the other fact that it is the most hurting feeling, I ever felt too. I never thought love can do so much to anyone. But you did. Feeling all those things for you did.
When I fell for you, I was on my weakest, most vulnerable. I can not say it otherwise but yes, you are the one who made me, what I am.
From my most vulnerable to what I am now, I know I have become stronger.
Always hurting me with your words, making me beg for your love, I always believed in all the lies you said, And I always cursed me, over and over again. feeling i am the one who is wrong, i never did realise it was always you.
How many nights I have cried, I don’t really know, wanting it so bad to end. Waiting for these heartbeats to stop for once and for all. How many days I tried to end this life.
But then again your love, or the love I felt for you kept me going. And I kept on loving you like this is what I am supposed to do. And it took me so long to accept this fact that am not supposed to keep begging you for that love.  I never knew I will grow out of this feeling, But I did. 
I never realised I can love you and still move ahead because to wait for you is like to wait for all the stars in the galaxy to fall and that’s never gonna happen. When in a busy day, slightest of your memory used to fill my eyes, I didn’t cry at all when you said it’s over. And last night when you called and said all those things again,
I didn’t cry at all. Not a single tear, I didn’t curse my self again, I felt a calm. When you said this is the last time, I didn’t felt anything but a peace.
And I realised I am not supposed to cry over you. To love is the most beautiful feeling one can ever have and I am glad I know that feeling so well and oh! I pity you, you won’t know it. You won’t ever.
Move on is nothing but a myth. We never really move on from the one we love. Yes, to keep the memories, cherishing them is what I Am supposed to do not crying my eyes out.
To love is what we all are supposed to do… and me for one, I am full of oceans of love and I know that, its just that now I know, I need to love myself first and foremost and no one else really matters….

@thelostsoul

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Posted in #blogging, #void, Heart break, Lost love, Love, Writing

Reminiscences….

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You were always like this. And when I loved you, somewhere I knew, you won’t stay but I still loved you because I felt like I craved you for so long that even I don’t remember. You filled those empty parts of me, which I thought can’t ever be filled. And yet I knew you are a disaster I am falling into. And still I fell, for it was meant to be. If not, I wouldn’t have ever known the love, that hurt,  the pain, the feeling in tears, and still a smile on my lips, that you once touched them. You filled me and then emptied me again. Now the parts won’t be filled ever. I feel I can’t reach that level of saturation again.Now this Void will persist forever. You were here and now you aren’t. Like you are gone, and took this life out of me. I knew all of It and still, still I was there with you, loving you, giving all of me to you because it was meant to be, and because you,my love is the most hurting,yet most beautiful, ecstatic yet tormenting mistake of my life…. And I don’t regret an ounce of it for I loved you with all of my being, knowing what a destruction you are. I was ready to be destroyed not because I was stupid, but because destruction only creates, and somehow this love I still have is because, it was with you once, and it will be here in my heart always and forever….

@thelostsoul

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Posted in #blogging, #life, Strength, Writing

Turn the pages…

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Life? What exactly is life? There is so much more in life then what we see. Life is beyond people we think are important, but they are not. Life is something we need to live and not just breathe.
There is a reason we are humans, else insects are breathing too.

A little late, but I am realising this. And learning the lessons of life bit by bit, new chapters each day. Life is about turning pages and trying to revise what we learned from the previous chapter.

Life is like different seasons and I thought it will always be harsh as winters. I forgot that it rains too. That flowers bloom after the winters. That spring comes in the city and it’s green and pink and red and yellow. Life is beautiful with or without any one. Life is something we need to look within us and instead of creating home outside, create a home within. Do not seek what you can find inside, and I am learning this.

It hurts in the nights still, but next day sun will rise and it will shine again making  that pain go numb. And it will disappear soon.

Night will be there but it will see a new dawn too, because that is inevitable. The ultimate truth is this, that the earth will still revolve and rotate and it can not be Night always. Or winter. And when we feel we are completely shattered, we start healing again. Life is about picking those shattered pieces, put them back, throw the useless one out, and make a masterpiece out of them again.

I learned this, I am still learning this. That’s why I am wandering. That’s why I am still, and everyone in one way or other is a lost soul, trying to find out what’s in life. Moving, falling, shattering, learning, healing but over all, living.

And I am what I am. And this is me..

The Lost Soul

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Posted in #blogging, #Poetry, Object Poetry, Writing

Out of the box.

 

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“Sob”
When they brought me home
I was full
They were happy.
Ah! Tickling small hands
Wanted to unwrap
Those smart ones
Handling with care.

Oh, My blabbering.
I didn’t tell you
Who am I?
It’s pleasure to meet you
Me?
I am a Box.
Yes! The same one
You got your Tv in,
Fridge, machine,
Books and toys.
Of course they all were not me
Duh! But my family
Unçle, brother,
Friends and cousins.

My bad! Why am I talking to you?
Because
I am sad.
I wasn’t till this morning
Within me I was carrying
This beautiful piece
Of artistry
And till the time
I wasn’t in their hands
I was flying
Oh my feet never saw the ground.
Oh then befell
The tragedy
They took me in their hands
Opening me
They took away my love
Far away from me
Leaving me alone
Empty
Tittered
Tattered
Sitting in a corner
No one is looking at me
I am lying
Shattered
And you know what hurts?
That no one bothers.

This is me.
Every time
Most of the time
I make friends and I fall in love
But my story is short lived
Because they separate
Me from my friends
All hell break down.

Oh no!!
Please no!

Bam! Bam!Bam!
Great! now I am homeless too
Oh! It’s cold here
Alone on the street
Lying in the feet
Wailing
Waiting
Every time
Till I get a new love
A new home
Till some one pick me up
Reuniting me with my family
Until someone
Twist me
Kick me
& toss
I will be staying here
All alone
Until someone will see me
With kind eyes
I will be sitting here
Yes, I will be.

That’s me. That’s my story.
I carry stocks,
Blocks to blocks
Needle
Machinery
Flips and flops
Shows and crocs
Paintings and toys
Piece of arts
Some beautiful drawings
But they all are taken
Out of the box
Making me
An Empty Box.

The Lost Soul.

PS: This is my try at object poetry. Hope you give love to this lost box.

Image: Google (Painting by Fine Art America)

Posted in #blogging, Writing

Let’s Be Friends?

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Hello anybody there?
Anyone?
Please!
I am suffocating here
It’s been long you see
Inside here
I can’t move
I can’t breathe
I can’t shift
It’s choking
Hey!
Listen
I am not joking.
I need to go out
To see the world
To hear, to talk
To shout
I screech here
Oh boy!
They don’t hear
Sometimes they do
Though
But then they are scared
And run in thin air
I don’t understand
Why are they frightened
I am just a kid
Isn’t that allowed
To talk
Make friends?
It’s been a long time
I haven’t made any
They left me here
I am waiting and waiting
The clock is
Clicking and clicking
I have no friend
Is this the end?
Ah! Here comes someone
I will make friends with him
I don’t want to be alone
Anymore
It’s been long you see
Almost years twenty five.
Here, lying alone
A child so naïve
I was just five
I had dark eyes
I begged them not too
Oh I didn’t know, I was dead.
Then they
Left
Leaving me here
Under the ground,
In this box
My toy I kept close
To my chest.
They the one I loved
A long time ago,
Buried me here
Deep inside,
Now I will
Take your leave,
For now I have company
But if ever you want to
Talk,
Please be my guest,
Here I lay,
A child
Not so in peace
In the nearest graveyard
I rest.

The Lost Soul.

PS: Hello everyone, here I am with something different again. I don’t know till how much time I could be apart from my love inspiration, haha but Till then I hope you like what I am writing & I am sorry for missing your blogs, I will catch up in few days. Lots of love.

Yours

The Lost Soul.

Posted in #blogging, Writing

Jasper, The Beginning.

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Small boy of five
Frightened
Scared
Hiding In corner
Closed eyes
Hands on ears
Still he hears
Slaps and screams
His father on his mother
Helpless he stares
In blank
Silently crying
Whispering prayers
To end it all.

A boy of ten,
His mother no more
It’s killing him
To be under the same roof
A murderer
His father?
Or a Devil
Penetrating him
And his soul
Weeping
In hushing tone
He prays
Oh lord
How much more?

A boy of fifteen,
His face agleam
Drunkard father
Threw him on the floor
Not crying now
Not anymore
He see her
His mother
He hears those
Her screams
Picking up the smashed glass
Killed the devil
Free was his soul
Blood on his hands
Freedom on his mind
Closing the doors
He ran
He ran
He ran
Till he reached the shore,

Run, Jasper
You have to,
In the darkness
He ran alone.

Waking up
In a shudder
A man,
Holding a gun
Fear in his eyes
Memories still haunts him
But he know
He did rise,
Away from the Shadows
Carrying a rose
With a Gun
He walks
People run
Still sometimes
Afraid of the dark
Still he walks
On a thorny path
He loves that child
On the street
Plays with him
Whenever he meet,
This face of that man
Nobody have seen
That five year old
Is still within
But
Fear now fears him
Yes
For he is now
Jasper, The Black Thorn Klein.

The Lost Soul.

PS: So this is prequel to my earlier poem, Jasper the black thorn Klein, my first fictional character. if you want to read the earlier one you can read it Here

So for a change This Lost Soul, Wrote something that’s not related to love. Haha. Hope you will like this.

Posted in #blogging, Random musings, Writing

Me & My Jabbering Mind.

AA269CE8-8A20-46AE-94C5-1AF2B6F53C56.jpegIsn’t it strange? How we meet people. At that moment they are just that. People. We don’t know who they really are. They are just someone we look and we hear and we interact. Then some out of these people become important for you. It could be anyone. After a while you don’t just look at them you see beyond looking. You don’t just hear, you listen to them. Sometimes things they don’t even say. You don’t just interact you mingle. There is this vibe you get from certain people.
I don’t know but yes I have felt so much of these vibes when I interact with someone. There is division in these vibes too, positive, negative and neutral.
Sometimes I meet some random person, and he/she is carrying that aura that attract, that is positive vibes which without even knowing that person makes me feel good. Then again there’s someone who just have negative energy around them. I don’t know is it connected to the hearts?
No I don’t prejudice. Of course how anyone could judge without knowing anyone. But what here I am talking about is not judging. It’s beyond that. An energy, a vibe. A kind of connect that you have with someone.
A kind of strong feeling that comes in you. A force that wants you to meet them again or to not to see their face ever.

But with some people it just happen, right? The heart and mind just fail at the same time?
I was an introvert. Not anymore though. But I was. All shy meek and a girl lost in her own world. I never cared enough of the world. I was always sitting in the corner of the playground when other were busy in playing or gossiping. My teenage years brought out a change in me, as they all do to every guy or a girl I guess. I started speaking my heart and mind. Sharing my thoughts. But I can’t count myself in extrovert either.
I am in between, an Ambivert. I still don’t find myself comfortable in meeting new people. I find solace in few I know. Is that connected to the vibes thing?

Why am I talking all this? I don’t know! Some people leave an impact. Don’t they? That too really deep. Sometimes that’s a scar. That too bloody. Sometimes memory, happy? Sad? Sometimes both. How moments spend with them makes you smile and cry at the same time? Smile that you felt that happiness and warmth and that affection once upon a time, and a tear reminding you that those moments won’t be repeated and that’s all you will have. The memories.
I don’t really know.
I am always confused. Thinking. Lost.
Anyhow, I don’t really know what crazy things I am talking about right now. The mornings are cold now. Nights are chilling. I find myself still lost somewhere. In someone.

Thank you for reading my crazy mind.
I wish I could write this much in my exam paper.😂

The Lost Soul.

Posted in #blogging, #life, Lost love, Random musings, Writing

The Aching Aspiration.

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That’s all I know, how in the morning you craved me and How you used to make love.The way you’d hold me. Caressing my face, The warm embrace.That and a little more.The time we spent and moments we shared, a springtime of my life.The laugh we both had on your silly jokes.And that kiss, in the car? All of these making my heart bleed like a knife.Now all of this is so far, those moments just were there.That first ice cream? Oh and that first road trip? Your funny smile and your lovely face, that used to make my heart beat race? I miss all of that and a lot more.That’s all I think now a days and nights too.What did you say?that I failed to hear.How to ask you all those questions, when you aren’t near.That is all I want to know.After all that affection,Why did you leave and why did you break?
Me, my heart and our dreams,
Why? Just why?
I wish I was and you too, we end up in another dimension, where you would love me like I do,and we are together,Yes, that will be Perfection.
That’s all I think.
All of this and nothing more.

The Lost Soul.

 

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