A Beautiful Mess.

A Beautiful Mess.

There comes a point in your life when you just want to run away. But you also want to stay to see the inevitable. The tears can't stop streaming down your face and all you think is,
"I'm broken."

You see your broken pieces lying on the floor but you can't do anything. Everything relates back to 'it'.

It destroyed you.

Hacked on and on until nothing was left to put together. Your life becomes an endless cycle of profound actions and a jumble of words. Mumbling and cursing. You want to do something, anything to break the cycle but you watch helplessly as you get sucked in a black void of nothingness. Bitter feeling arise for those you loved, those you cared for. You always remain unhappy as you know that the happiness will be short-lived and you'll return to your black house. Any small thing brings you on the verge of freaking tears, and if you're me, you hate to cry. Food is tasteless and tight smiles are baseless. Civility gets lost and the darkest part of you comes out.

Nothing clears up and you begin to wonder if anyone sees you the way you do. You don't want happiness. You just want peace and a clear mind and an end to your agony. The world spins around you and you wanna scream "STOP!" and freeze time and break away from the fear of losing something you never had. You show that you don't care but a watchful eyes is always kept over.
You loved. You lost.
You ended yourself in the peak of love.

Keep Dreaming!

A Literary Odyssey: Review: The Percy Jackson and the Olympians Series...

A Literary Odyssey: Review: The Percy Jackson and the Olympians Series...
Read this. Literally the original opinion on Percy Jackson and The Olympians.
Its my favorite series. EVER. <3
Keep Dreaming!

You've broken me.

You've broken me.
Several times. Several places.
 But I've been able to gather my pieces back together and fit them in their right places.

But I'm afraid. I'm afraid because it is meant to happen and it will.
 One day, you'll break me so bad, like a china doll, that I'll not be able to put myself back together and the darkness, I've accumulated over the years, will start spilling.
People around me will be able to see the true face behind my mask.
 And that's exactly what I fear.
 Because there is no face.
There's just a broken shell of a girl, who ended herself in the peak of love. 

Keep Dreaming!

LIBRARIES!

Keep Dreaming!

Let’s talk about Libraries!
A comfort zone. A place, which doesn’t want anything from you. It only gives you pages full of happiness.
” Oh! You want to take a book? Okay sure.”
In my opinion, libraries are places where the greatest thing in the world is exercised. Yes, Reading. Reading takes us to another world where everything, happens as you dream it to be. You live the lives of the characters and sense their emotions. And the same thing happens with whichever book you read. You live a hundred lives.
I can’t imagine something being more peaceful than curling up in a couch, on a chilly day with a cup of coffee and a fantastic book to read.
And then libraries. Ah! I pray to god to bless those fellows who open new libraries for us.
But then most of the people think that libraries are boring, for only a vivid reader will understand the turmoil of keeping up with our favorite character, lurking in the libraries to find the next book in the series etc.
I believe that the joy of reading – I mean, actual reading- is only experienced by a few. Yeah, sure you can read an entire book which had 467 pages, but can you experience what the characters are feeling?
All I’m saying is that people should understand the true meaning of reading and libraries as
“A room without books is like a body without a soul.” 
 

Tainted Dreams.

Mind is tainted with the colors of my dreams,
Heart is painted with the life of my choices,
Lips are strained to say something,
But eyes are alive; wide open.
Hand are stained from my blood,
Flown free whilst the struggle to be free.
To chase my dreams. To catch and keep them safe,
I sound the bells of my train of thoughts.
And begin again, following my dream.
To a land where I’ll be safe and sound. Dreams will be kept alive but still.
As to the promises that I’ll keep.
As I’ve loved and I’ve lost.
Though love is a boon, to lose is a bane.
Then again my dreams will not be the same.

His Heartless Heart

Mind racing.
Body rigid.
Heart clenching.
Throat closing up,
 to contain a scream of heartlessness,
Of need.
Mind  going  in circles  like a film.
Reliving the memories both of us have lived.
Tears well up in my eyes trying to find a way out,
Of the messed up world inside.
Losing and winning, a part of life.
They say, but a black hole blows an inferno inside.
My heart’s in tatters, my mind sings of pain,
For the heartless heart, which loved me once,
Makes me go insane.

Picture Blog: Booklet of a Dreamer