Priced Collection

I shift from one hobby to another very often but one hobby which has remained constant is that of collecting writings from little corners of the internet. I believe that some people have such beautiful thoughts and reading those gives me a lot of joy. 

Here are a few of them…

I am slowly learning that some people are not good for me, no matter how much I love them. I deserve someone who is gentle and kind, because my soul is getting tired. Realizing that I deserve something good is one of the first steps. 

Michelle K., Why I Need To Say Goodbye To You.

Forests have secrets,’ he said gently. ‘It’s practically what they’re for. To hide things. To separate one world from another.

Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless (Deathless, #1)

But I don’t want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin.

Aldous Huxley, Brave New World 

Do you fall in love often?

Yes often. With a view, with a book, with a dog, a cat, with numbers, with friends, with complete strangers, with nothing at all.

Jeanette Winterson, Gut Symmetries.

I perhaps want to exist in a place where there is no dimension of existence. 

Sylvia Plath – from The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath 

 

“Do you not understand? 

I’ll never settle for anything less than a soul-deep, electrifying connection.”
-unknown

 

You’re not going to be happy all the time. No one ever is. Sometimes you’re just going to sort of exist, and that’s okay. 

Learn to be satisfied with “content” and “calm” and “not sad.” Not sad is good. 

Not sad is great. 

 In fact, my soul and yours are the same. You appear in me, I appear in you. We hide in each other. 

Rumi

You just do it. You force yourself to get up. You force yourself to put one foot before the other, and God damn it, you refuse to let it get to you. You fight. You cry. You curse. Then you go about the business of living. That’s how I’ve done it. There’s no other way.

Elizabeth Taylor

I am a tide, be my shore.

-hafiz

 I enjoy controlled loneliness. I like wandering around the city alone. I’m not afraid of coming back to an empty flat and lying down in an empty bed. I’m afraid of having no one to miss, of having no one to love. 

Kuba Wojewodzki, Polish journalist and comedian

We are all broken, that’s how the light gets in.

To hell with them. Nothing hurts if you don’t let it.

Ernest Hemingway

Deeper than skin

I want to know you.
Tell me who you are.
I don’t want to know your name.
It doesn’t even matter.
I just want to know you.
I want to meet your soul.

I want to know if you have dreams.
Tell me about them.
Not the ones you tell everyone about,
But the ones you keep to yourself;
The ones which jolt your mind,
The ones which make you wish that you never dream again.

Tell me, do you talk to yourself?
Do you cry to yourself?
It’s okay if you do, I do it all the time.
Have there been nights when you’ve questioned your existence;
When you’ve wondered about everything that the universe holds?
Do you ever wish that you could escape all the drama and just go somewhere far away, maybe even start a new life?
Tell me, I’d love to know.

Enlighten me about your passions.
Your dreams, your desires, tell me all about it.
I’m willing to hear it all.
Do you like to make music? Or paint the ocean? Do you like to write? Or do you crave to read?
Tell me what you’d give up to conquer your dream.

Do you ever dance when no one is watching?
Or try a few dialogues maybe?
I want to know what your spirit animal is.
I think mine’s an Eagle.
I wish I was a Centaur though.
Not one thing, but two.
Do you like mythical creatures?
If yes, then talk to me about it.

Tell me, does your mind wander?
Does it go for adventures?
Is it Jane or Dickens who gets you exuberant?
Or are you more of a John Green reader?
Tell me if you’d rather spend your Friday nights reading a book or go partying?
I’d personally do the former.

Take me through your entire childhood.
How was it?
Was it good or are you too scarred from the frightening memories?
Does it still scare you?
Mine does.

Can you defy people?
If so, can you teach me to?
I need to learn, I need to grow.
Help me.
Teach me to say ‘no’.
I really can’t do it.

In return, I’ll teach you to love.
I’ll teach you to love everything.
Not just your family and friends.
But everybody and everything.
I’ll make you realise what it’s like to feel everything so deeply.
I’ll show you why I don’t hate;
And i’ll remind you everyday why you shouldn’t too.

Ill let you see my Soul,
If you let me go deeper than skin.

2014…2015

Phew😅
It has been quite a year, hasn’t it?
2014 is coming to an end and Can I tell you a secret?
Im scared. A lot.
Im scared for 2015. I’m scared that like this year, next year will also bring change. Change scares me. I don’t like change. It gets a little difficult to adapt (Darwin will want me dead).
But it’s not my fault that I’m scared. Can you blame me?

I began 2014 as a school student…
I no longer am a school student.

I gave my board first board exam this year.
I’m never getting that feeling back.😔

I had so many ‘close’ friends.
Turns out, they were only my friends because we met everyday.

I bid my school goodbye.😞
There’s no way I’m getting back in school again.

I realised that if you’re smart, you’re respected more. No matter who you are, your grades are very important and that getting less marks is no longer ‘cool’.

I got into college! The college which I always wanted to go to and i’m glad that i actually took admission there❤️ People are going to have different opinions about what you should do with your life. But in the end it’s you who has to take a decision. Be wise. 😊

I made new friends. Yes, these are actual friends and not just people I meet. These people are going to mould my life for some years now. You have to let go of people who are not going to have a good effect on you.
Yes, it will be hard but you have to do it.

I learnt to be strong this year. I learnt how to deal with this world. All the simple rules and ethics of the world.

Most importantly, I learnt what it is to be busy. I realised what being busy actually means. Somehow, I like being busy. Running from one place to another. From college to church to some other place where you’re needed. Being busy is good. It helps you take rational decisions because you understand how others think and what mistakes you are making.

So. Much. Change. So. Much. Of. Growing. Up.

Difficult to take in. That is why i’m scared. But this isn’t the bad kind of scared. This is the ‘I’m very excited’ kind of scared.

2015, i’m ready for you. Bring me whatever you have😊

Lost and Found

     It was around September, I think. There was an announcement in class saying that there Is going to be a musical and whoever is interested had to assemble in the A.V room. I looked at my friend and she had the ‘Let’s go for it’ look too (I’m so glad for it)🙌. Yeah so we went for it. The first time father spoke to us and told us the importance of this musical. That was it, I decided that I wanted to be in it. We had our vocal practices and they were fabulous. I was liking this musical more and more. Then there was a time when we were called during the vacations for practice and I almost thought that I should leave this (Praise god I didn’t!).
They were wonderful days. The practices and everything❤
I got to learn so many new things, meet so many new people. This experience I can never forget. It’s like an entirely different world. Right now I have so many memories to cherish on (Yes, they do include cute boys)🙈🙈 *Jumps off a cliff*.
      Anyways, this musical has help me grow so much. The parables and every thing were displayed so beautifully and the songs were just Amazing. Now that it’s over, I feel empty, I do. The fact that there won’t be any more practices is just saddening😭.
         But isn’t it wonderful how God plans everything? How he planned this musical in my life. Now, after a long time I feel that my life in actually on track:). And you know what?
I was lost, but now I’m found.🙌.

❤

Poetry❤

You know what turns darkness into light?
Poetry.
     I got in poetry after reading a poem by Christopher Poindexter.

When I first read this, I didn’t understand a word. So I read it again and again and then again. I realized that it has so much of meaning. I had never read something as beautiful and to be honest, I was amused. This, I liked and I wanted to read many of these. I started reading more ‘Christopher Poindexter’ poems (Pinterest helped me…A lot!).
       Then I came across Warsan Shire’s ‘For women who are difficult to love’. One of the most AMAZING poems ever! And the fact that it was about women, made me love it even more🙈 (Being an extreme feminist).

For women who are difficult to love

This poem made a big difference in my life. For the first time, I wrote a poem and believe me when I say that I hadn’t felt much better.
     But, I had have a problem. I’m too shy. So I began anonymous writing. 🙈🙈 I still do. Hopefully, I can get over it and share my stuff with others.

So much for my first post, this felt good; writing down what I think and feel. This is how I got into poetry and if you’re reading this, I suggest you should try it too. ❤:)