Creating a Better World for our Family

Hello all you people out there! This time I am going to be posting something to help an NGO raise donations that it is in need of!

“Vasudevaya Kutumbikam”- The world is my family; and we care about our family even though they may not be like us.  We share our Earth, our universal home, with all animals and so they are all a part of our family. Just because we are unable to understand the way they express does not hinder us from responding to their cries for help. Thane SPCA gives you a way to listen and respond to these cries for help. You make a difference in creating a better life for animals by treating their injuries, we just make the path to it easier. With the 24/7 doctors on board with us along with your support, we could ensure that our four-legged family members get nothing but the best! Your little could help calm whimpers of those in need. With us, you could be the voice for those who need to be understood.

To join us on this journey you could contribute by clicking the link below!

http://thanespca.org/donate/

 

All you animal lovers out there, no matter where you live, it would be great help if you did contribute!

 

 

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Happily Ever After

“Once upon a time there was a young and beautiful lady and then a lot of things happened in her life which ultimately led to her meeting a handsome prince and living happily ever after.” All of us have heard of or read stories like this. Growing up, they were what all of us wanted, a happily ever after. But recently I realised that ‘happily ever afters’ are so much beyond meeting the ‘right’ or ‘perfect’ soulmate. So then what is a ‘happily ever after?’

Every day, in every milestone of our lives we meet so many people. Some we strike friendships with, some we don’t really click, some we don’t like and some who we don’t we remember. The ones who do stick around though are the ones we all want to hold on to forever. We want to make it last, we want things to stay the same. It’s a nice and ambitious plan, only problem being things won’t stay the same because with time everyone changes. And not in any negative sense. People grow, they learn, they experience and everyone changes in big and small ways. If two people can’t change together, no matter how differently they both change and can’t embrace the changes that take place, those ‘forevers’ are unlikely to last. How many times have we thought of someone as a forever and watched it disappear as we have both grown up. And how many more times have we been in a relation which we thought was our ‘happily ever after’ and watched that disappear?

So, I decided to change my take on my happily ever after, look at it from a different side, give it some perspective. Moments are fleeting, they come and go before we even realise. I think it is important to catch on to as many moments as we can because each moment is a happily ever after. It is a happily ever after for that second and that memory it leaves is the happily ever after for a lifetime. Who said life needs one happily ever after? It could be made up of multiple and each with different people. From you parents, to your friends, from strangers you meet and laugh with once to every time you spend a happy moment with yourself. Everyone of those feelings is a happily ever after. Hold on to them, but don’t expect them to happen forever. For as you grow and build in life, you will realise every moment that you had and you will have can all build into the perfect idea of a happily ever after, not because there would be no sad moments but anyway, without these sad moments how would we appreciate our happy ones? Everyone has a happily ever after, be it with people you met and then forgotten or be it people with whom you have made lasting relations. Happily ever afters don’t have to be forever, they can simple be each individual moment, each one a little comforting ever after.

Unlabeled Burdens

So I am giving slam poetry a shot, so this my first attempt. So it is based against the idea of Friends with Benefits relationship, where we usually know, one person falls emotionally weak for the other and brings 10 other complications. I am attempting to give it a shot from the girl’s perspective.

So, we didn’t kiss again tonight,
It’s okay, don’t worry, it doesn’t make you a jerk,
I know we are all busy caught up with work, and it’s not like you only call me,
when you have things to be done.
And at the end of the day, more than all the wild make out sessions,
I like it when you hold me tight, kiss my shoulders or hug just right,
for when I cry, with my tears leaving saline water marks on your shirt.

And though I have no rights to say,
it makes me uncomfortable when in the middle of the day,
I see you talk to other girls and wonder,
when, like for everyone else, I’ll stop being good enough for you;
That moment when the beam balance shifts all the weight on one side,
because my needs for you will outweigh your need for me,
And I’ll just be a last resort, when nothing else works out.

And I know you’ll tell me it’s your fault,
but trust me when I say that it’s not,
Because it’s my fear and insecurities,
that give rise to baseless and irrational thoughts.
Baseless…Or maybe not, because I’m just so scared,
You’ll be just another nightmare.
A repeat telecast.

And She’ll Dance Again

Unsteady feet, she is trying to get back up. She holds her hands out for support but there is no one around. Her breathing has paced up, her chest heaving in and out… Trying to gather all the strength she has and pull herself up again. There is a piercing pain shooting through her legs and the wound of betrayal is still fresh in her head. She was dancing, just a minute ago, a partner next to her, with grace and poise, but now she is on the floor. She was pushed and left to bleed. Blankets of darkness and silence surround her. She is hoping someone is going to pull her up, turn on the lights and play the music again. Bandage her wounds and help remove all old scars. She sits still… Hoping, praying, wondering when this will end, when the dance floor will be lit again, and laughter will ring out again. She is waiting… Her view is so blurred by tears, that what she doesn’t realise is that people are holding out their hands towards her. Waiting to pull her up again, waiting to help her dance again, waiting to dance with her again… Even if she notices them, she is scared, scared she’ll be pushed again, wounded again, left alone again. This is not new to her, this has happened before… They say it’s a part of life, but she is tired of it. It has drained her, left her exhausted… But… she misses her body swaying to the beats and her mind singing along with the music. She hates being on the floor, cold and alone… hates being surrounded by darkness and silence. So she’ll slowly pull herself, stronger than before, stronger than she was before she hit the ground… and she’ll move towards the lights and turn them on herself, and move towards the sound box and turn the volume up and it’ll hurt her feet to start over and she’ll be scared to fall again, but she’ll do it over, start it over… She’ll let go of all old wounds but remember the lessons they taught, and she learn to hold hands again and dance with people next to her… Pushing away the fear that they’ll push her down and leave her to bleed again… And this time, with every bit if strength she has, with every bit of hope she has, she sway to beats and her mind will sing along the words and she’ll go to the middle of her dance floor, where her heart belongs, and she’ll do what she loves, she won’t hold back… She’ll let herself go and she’ll dance again…

That Girl…

I am that girl, you see in the corridor, head bent, hair disheveled. That girl, who you think you know everything about, the one you think has nothing much about her, and yet… the one you know nothing about. That girl, the one whose name you are not completely sure about, the one who you associate with ‘nerd’, the one who, with your nose in the air, you call.. what’s that you say? ‘Teacher’s Pet’. Sometimes, she is too clingy, sometimes she is too zoned out, sometimes she is too emotional, sometimes she is too sensitive. She is always too much of something. You don’t really talk about her though, just when she is mentioned to you recall her, “Oh that girl… she is too…” Always too much of something. You don’t care for her, but you know her weakness, that girl… she cares too much. About everyone, about everything. You don’t remember her name, you don’t know her, but you know that girl… you can call her when you need her. Only when you need her…When your mornings reveal a tear stained pillow or your fast approaching deadlines are building up the pressure, that’s when you need her… That girl, she’ll stay up the night to complete your work, so you sleep your beauty sleep at night. That girl… she’ll not leave you till she has wiped your tears and fixed your broken story. That girl… what about her story? Who is going to fix that? Who is going to hear her out when you trample her heart and leave her vulnerable and lonely? When she looks at you, and slowly her trust in everything and everyone, fades away into nothing. And yet she’ll do it all over again, wipe fresh tears and meet new deadline, for you… all for you…while the same old tears decorate her lashes another night and the same old fears grip her fast and the same old loneliness leaves that girl broken, again…
That girl…the one in the corridor, head bent, hair disheveled. That girl…you don’t really remember her, till you need her to pick up the pieces that you leave behind…

Forced Fun

Shadowed nights, with dimly lit streets,
An eerie silence, slowly in it creeps,
Shady people with heads heads held low,
Eyes filled with malice, an evil glow.

Into rooms they go and out they walk,
Torturing the souls to the ticking if the clocks,
Force her, rape her, Alas! Choice she has none,
She is forced into this game of one sided fun.

She sits down quietly, she is young they say,
Where is her childhood to be happy and gay?
She is dressed and jeweled, waiting for her turn,
Under another man’s breath tonight she’ll burn.

She wipes her eyes, there is no place for tears,
Forced into this for her starving family’s fears,
A shadow walks in, into the room he creeps,
For family again, with a stranger she’ll sleep.

Inspired

We had to give a speech at school about something which inspired us and I was really blank till I remembered the person who played a huge role in my life and shaping it. When I started working on the speech the words flowed almost automatically because they were from the bottom of my heart. So I decided to share it 🙂

Since we are supposed to talk about something which inspires us, I would like to talk about someone who has played a major role in the sixteen years of life, my sister. My sister was my first friend, my first role model and my first hero. My sister was 3 and half years old when I was born to become a part of her world. She was assigned with responsibility of being the ‘older sibling’ at the tender age of 4 and she accepted this responsibility gracefully. When she was 6 years old and needed someone to look after her when she went to play in the park, she was busy being the ‘older sibling’ and looking after me, her two year old sister. I have grown up seeing my sister sacrifice little joys of childhood, including getting pampered, the amount she played, and the amount she studied while constantly being reminded that she was the older sibling. She spent her time trying to set the perfect example, on whose foot-steps everyone hoped I would follow. My sister set the example of being the ideal daughter as well as an ideal student. She played a major role in my up-bringing and is majorly responsible for who I am today.
When I was 13, my sister left home to go to a boarding school. It was my first experience in being away from my sister was such a prolonged period of time, but even through the distances, my sister managed to be there for me in the hardest of my times. Within her first few months at boarding, after having faced quite a few issues, my sister was diagnosed with generalized anxiety disorder and depression. I saw my sister go through one of the hardest phases in her life as she struggled to cope with all the stress around her. I can only imagine, what it was like for my sister to be so far away from family and battle the problem almost entirely on her own. My parents were more than supportive towards my sister, but the distances didn’t help. My sister never lost hope. Even in the hardest phases of her problem, where she has fallen down, ready to give up, I have seen my sister pull herself and move ahead. She has pushed through her problem, and while she still is on medication, she is truly one of the strongest people I have met. She is willing to put everyone she loves ahead of her and face all her difficulties alone just to keep all of us happy. In my sixteen years of my life, among the various things I have learnt from her, she has taught me how to take risks and live for the moment. She reminds me every day that no one is aware of what is to come tomorrow but we can’t let the fears of an unforeseen tomorrow hold us back from the joys of our today. She truly believes that the best opportunities are the ones we miss, all because we are held by the questions of ‘what ifs’. My sister has always been and will always be, my greatest friend, my role model and my hero.

Muddled Thoughts

Another poem by random inspiration, I see have been really inspired lately, making up for all the time I have not been writing I guess 😛

A void of thoughts running through your mind,
A suffocation in your breath.
A burning feeling up your throat,
With a throbbing in your head.

Cold sweat running down your face,
With a thick sheet of tension around.
Vision that has been blurred by tears,
And something unsteady about you steps.

Caught in a maze with no exit,
Caught in a spider’s sticky web.
Caught in the trap of your own mind,
And lips with no words to say.

The harder you try to escape from it,
The faster it seems to hold on.
And though everything on the surface seems clear,
There is a muddle of thoughts in your head.

Being Strong

Just another attempt at writing a poem form random inspiration. Plus I am trying to get back to writing on my blog because since I have come to boarding school I have not written anything. I was thinking for quite a while but I couldn’t because I wasn’t getting any inspiration first and then I got caught with school. So, here goes.

When the words you speak,
Don’t match your thoughts,
And You’re trying to be strong.
You’re building shields,
To protect yourself,
To protect yourself from the wrong.

And when darkness engulfs all around,
And leaves you fumbling for the switch,
With adjusting iris and stumbling about,
You realise,
There is a n electrical glitch.

Yet you adjust yourself,
With hope and pretense,
That everything will be alright.
And you make your way,
And push yourself,
Patiently waiting for the lights.

With silences giving you cruel hugs,
And the piercing winds leaving you cold,
You still move on and go forward,
Hoping to meet someone,
Whose trustworthy shoulders you can hold.

You tell yourself you’ll be alright,
You tell that even though you know,
It’s a lie.
But you prefer it this way,
We both know, you’ll never show your weaknesses,
Let alone cry.

You don’t want people to know you are scared,
You don’t want your weaknesses to show.
You don’t want the sympathy from hypocrites,
Or from fake back-stabbers,
Who in trouble, inevitably let you go.

So you fake your smile and what you feel,
No matter that you’re still cold,
And the silence is still piercing you,
And no one is keeping you,
In their protective hold.

When the words you speak,
Don’t match your thoughts,
And you’re trying to be strong.
You’re building shields to protect yourself,
Protect yourself from the wrong.

That’s what I wrote, it was just sudden surge of inspiration.
I hope you people like it. 🙂

She is Inside of me

She is inside of me,
Frustrated, annoyed, angry.
She is in front of you,
Calm, composed and happy.

She is inside of me,
Crying, screaming, upset.
She is in front of you,
Dancing, prancing,laughing.

She is inside of me,
Waiting, waiting to be released.
She is in front of you,
As normal as she can be.

She is inside of me,
Dying to show herself.
She is in front of you,
Being a fake someone else.

She is inside of me,
Scarring under the pressure.
She is in front of you,
Calmly taking it all in.

She is inside of me,
Dying bit by bit everyday,
(There she is fading away.)
She is in front of you,
Alive as she can be.

She is inside of me,
But not anymore, she has been suppressed way too far.
She is in front of you, you know her,
Yet she is left wondering, if she knows herself.

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