Indeed truths are bitter

Sometimes truth causes more harm than a lie. Times when you weren't supposed to know something but you discover it. Not always you can understand one's reasons, you can't do anything but judge and kill yourself everyday trying to forget what you know.

#feelings_overflowing 

-Shalini Aryan

Rumi

The source of my writing. Said that all, in words.

Thorns Of Gones

Crying for the gones,
To be trying to stay strong, 
Sometimes waiting for none,
Or on losing turns.
Yes we did,
True indeed,
We all are guilty for choosing thorns.

Hard to resist the urge to complete.
Though we didn't sow,
We'd walked by it.

On going back in life,
To the memories of time,
Even when faded,
With the taste of lime,
That world without shine,
Staying there for long,
Holding doors for wrong,
That lying for fun,
& escaping the runs,
We all are guilty,
For choosing thorns. 

Lost Places Of Past

How can I forget,
Your ethereal gaze?
The acoustic steer,
The splendid eyes.
The dreamy sight,
A beauty like night....

Trying to forget
& it keeps running inside,
The things you've said,
The things you've denied
Your wonders, your blunders
& the perennial why....

The scent, the smile,
Your stupid little replies.
Taking as gospel,
The comforting lies.
Your heart, your innocence
Like that of a clear sky.

Your sweet sensations,
Reviving imaginations
To start from me, to end at you.
With the very sense,
evanesce into the world of pretence,
Having your incense for the deliverance,
Oh, I'm nowhere in the present tense.

Dwelling into....
The falling raindrops on face
In the death like phase,
Blisters of desire
Waiting of vain
But the enjoyment of acid rain....

What does last forever is . . .

One mystery I still cant figure out is why some people come into our lives. Why some people go, and others become a part of you.

Some friendships feel like they'll last forever, and others end far too soon.

Not every friendship is meant to last a lifetime. What does last forever is the pain when that person is gone.

- The Flash

The Missing Look -A story of falling in love to failing in love.

That look in your eyes,

So Deep, so bright.

So might, so right.

Have light and sparks,
With love and scars!

Like colors of sky,
You are making me fly,
Like no word but a lie.
Like some bird I try,
Falling like crazy,
Making view hazy.

Your eyes sometimes....
Like rain of love,
Take pain of us.
Seems not too late,
Nor long but fate,
To fall this time,
In the world of hate.

Here I m,
In love with sun,
To the moon I run.
Can fly so high,
Chase aftr butterfly.
Colours all over,
Scent and flower!
The world turning beautiful,
Filling lights of moon so full.
As if the love lacks rules,
And word lack tools.

That girl is charm,
She smiles so warm
But wait to listen,
The sound of alarm!
The dream's time up.
Time to gulp,
As reality is tart,
The nightmare starts.

So dark, so sly
And, Cold and dry,
The look you give,
wen you are not high.
It makes me die,
To fight and cry.
So sleek is the look,
So changed you look
This heart is hooked,
The thoughts are brooked.
This isn't the way
You used to look.....
I wonder,
Why havn't you took,
The feelings you crooked.
Why don't you speak?
Peek or seek?
It makes me weak.
Weep and creep.
You made the line,
You sent a lie.
You made me fine,
You make me die.

This life seems harsh,
Why aren't you its part.
Hiding is hard,
Showing is brash.
I'm Feeling like a trash,
Still believing this isn't the crash,
Because the world I dreamt,
All my imagination I spent,
With a house in velvet bent
And love as the rent,
Is now full of your contempt and my flunk attempts,
This world of your scent,
Without you it wasn't meant,
Waiting for you to come like you never went.

SHE

One by one, drops used to fall from her eyes, as if they were coming from a fountain within
appear, fall, slide....
and again
they appeared, fall, slide.
Ech one commemorating
something she had lost.
Hope. Faith. Confidence.
Pride. Security. Trust. Independence. Joy. Beauty. Freedom & Innocence.

She forgot by the time how incredible woman she was! 
The little girl was turning
matured and alone.
She wanted to be that strong girl. She wanted to escape.
She believed she can survive.
She wanted to run with survive 'goodbye' never said and never explained.
But died for his 'hi' every second.

All her life he will remain her nightmare.
Never forgived.
She will always remember how she was taken for ride
more than she deserved.
How she was made feel worthless more than she was.
And he will always know.....
That once upon a time she more than love him.

Time For Some Refreshment To Me

Right now I'm in my village.
Sorry it should be "the typical village".
So much to account for.
Electricity, when our honourable CM wants. Mobile network, when the telecom company wants. Waking up,  when daddy wants. Speaking what relatives want. Future, not beyond what they can judge. And the tharki mosquitoes are constantly looking for some chance with me. Trying hard to make out. No one is coming to save me. So it's becoming kind of adventurous now. Like a challenge. So, off the face of it I'm having fun.

Miracle Me

23rd December, yes thats when 'miracle me' happened.
Its special and celebratory because it constantly reminds me that i was born for a purpose. Which is surely not engineering or marriage. 
Coming to the - 'know me' section, well, even I dont know about myself. Its nearly impossible to understand oneself, I guess. But I love the complicated yet beautiful me.
I'm not an atheist.
I'm  not an extrovert.
I'm not a feminist.
I m not even a sati - savitri.
Sometimes I'm a hypocrite and also diplomat for occasions. But I'm soo much in love, with me that I have started to love my perfect imperfections.
I'm practicing hard being a non judgmental, optimistic person.
I'm shy and ambivert. And as a rule to myself, I only speak when necessary. I'm short tempered regarding bullshits. And to define my 'bullshit' I'd say it mostly comes from perverts and biased, blind, torturous society we live in.
I like reading books. I love literature and human psychology. More than half the time of my day, I'm reading online articles and my mind keeps getting in the fits of moral frenzy.

Now even after all this exaggeration, I find myself helpless to feel like a typical girl when a cockroache scares the hell out of me.
But even this trait of being typical and annoying is beautiful to me. Because its so me.
And eventually thats what matters in one's life. Their outlook.