Pretty little things

Pretty little things flutter around,

They dance in the soft light,

passing through the tiny window.

Their wings sparkle as they move,

unaware and oblivious of the darkness around.

She gazes at them in awe,

as she stands in the empty room.

She was one of them,

she was loved and admired.

She had danced, she had lived,

Yet none of it has she kept.

Bitterness fills her, suffocates her,

She turns to look at the pretty little things,

startled to find herself standing so near,

Her eyes wide with horror,

as she looks sadly at her bony hands,

the weary figure stops trembling as soon as it starts,

the fear slowly transforming into an eerie smile.

Satisfied, she whispers to the empty room,

Never... it will never dare to fly again.

Scribbled someone

Yes, She IS always frowning

How far can procrastination go?

How far can procrastination go until it screws every little thing you value? Will it still be possible to procrastinate if you’re stuck somewhere between this world and the parallel universe (I strongly believe it exists) where time is of no essence and everything goes by while you stand there expected nothing by no one? Procrastination is simply a fancy word opted by someone who is beyond lazy and I, being of that nature, quite like it. Infact, when I think about being stuck between two universe, I feel I would love being there (provided they have internet). 

Of course people would call you worthless for just sitting out there in your fancy little space pulling up the middle finger for the time flying by but you will always have the fancy word, procrastination. Just hear the word. Doesn’t it sound like you’re doing something important without having to do it? Who came up with that word anyway? I might even work for once to have my name put up as the creator of that word. Yes! I like it THAT much. 

Anyway, after this spell of laziness wears off, we will eventually have to stop dreaming about it and start doing something productive. I say “we” because I know there are some lazy bastards like me(or worse) out there. And of course, this article is the result of the spell wearing off a bit. Even as I write, I can’t wait to think of some clever ways to cut it short. And thank god for it because I can’t help but think that hey I might just be able to make it. There is still hope for me. A spark goes off in my heart giving me the strength to excell, to work and be a better me. But not now, maybe later.

Once More

She walked down the same dark alley.

She was blinded by those lies again,

and lies that cuts her like a blunt knife,

a satisfied smirk spreads wider with her pain,

but she walked and she didn't waver this time.

She had begged for mercy, not this time.

Nothing will compel her to bow down again.

She rises, her hair cascading softly around her,

as she walks gracefully, and walk she must.

She smiles to herself, 

a sad smile that lights up all but her eyes.

Here

Where have they all gone?

Their voices echo behind me,

my laughter mingled with theirs,

they lure me to turn, to see, 

their warmth so intoxicating to defy.

Yet my gaze is fixed ahead,

to the cold misty mountains, 

Strange eyes watch me, devour me, 

eager to claw me, to push me back,

their hatred numbing the fear.

Why am i still here?

I cannot listen to their cries,

I cannot fear the unknown,

I can't turn and i can't stay,

Even so, here will still be there.

Iphone App

Drew in SketchBook. A bit creepy huh? lol

Shameless

Do my eyes giveaway my desires?
Does looking away conceal them?
Your gaze on me seems to weaken my poise,
It melts me down and yet i freeze up.
With you, I have lost my shame,
and the tiniest bit of sanity seems too far to find.

Beauty

"Oh! Your eldest daughter is so pretty!", someone remarks. "No, I think the younger one is prettier", the other one remarks. "Both of them are beautiful in their own way", a third voice says.

 Don't you think this is one of the most common topic of conversation for everyone irrespective of their age, gender, caste et cetera?

It always gets me boiling when people go on about comparing me with all of my sisters and vice versa. Well, come on, honestly I am sure everyone has this mental image of how they look like and they know what type of feedback they get from their friends and family relating to their personal appearance. But, just going on and on about  someone's personal appearance should surely tire out both the speaker and the listeners at some point.
 The point that I am trying to get across is just that aesthetics of a person helps other people recognise who he or she is, let's say in amidst a bunch of people. But, I am sure that's all. If someone does ask you anything about him/ her obviously you won't be able to describe anything about him/her other then relating to their physical appearance.

So, basically I think there is more to beauty than just the physical appearance. Now, I know I will have some friends here who will say "Yes, we all know that."

 But let's say, if you went to this party and you cant find your friends and you are on your own now its likely you need to turn to someone else for company. Don't want to look like a fool hanging out all by yourself, Do you? So, you stretch your neck and look around. You spot a bunch a ladies/ men in a far corner. Now tell me, what's the first thing that pops to your mind? "Oh that girl/guy wearing a green trouser is really good looking."

I am right, aren't I? Well, if I am wrong then you guys must be the few people who differ from the majority. So hats off to you guys.*thumbs up*

Back to the point, you guys might strike a conversation and one thing may lead to another and you guys may  end up being friends in some cases more than friends if things work out.

So basically, this all just happened because of someone's personal appearance. So, I guess the inclination is that no matter what people will always put aesthetics before anything else. Well, maybe mostly if they are looking for a relationship be it long term or short.

Above all, I might just be trying to explain that people have insecurities no matter what and just laying it out on open by making comparisons is horrible. Well, healthy comparison won't do anyone any harm but repetitive and unending comparisons might lead to something horrible.



- By Choitop (New Author in the blog. Check Authors tab for more info... not that it would be of any help)