As she lay in the freshly cut grass, her dreams and ambitions became bigger and bigger but the world was not ready for her. Not yet.
She was engulfed by darkness, her friends achieving something or the other every day. Her books brought back all the positivity, her music made her feel free, her love for writing made her happy and that’s what mattered.
People criticizing, filling her life with negative thoughts and comments, all she would do was the thing she loved.
Sometimes all of us need to lay back and chill from all the negativity but that doesn’t mean to take an extreme step. It means to talk. Let’s talk and figure it out. Together. I will always lend a ear to you. Being heard always heals the heart.
Why?
Why oh, why do we follow people? Why do we let the other manipulate our minds? Why shall we follow anything that is trendy? Or of a popular opinion Why do we dream of visiting places that others have? Why shall I do everything that the world suggests? Or in the regulations of the society Why do we care what will people say? Why oh,why do we follow people? And let them manipulate us Why shall we trust them blindly when we know what’s coming? Why do we have the need to hide our true self’s from the world? Just cause’ it is not in the rule book of media. Why oh why do we follow people?
Those Were The Days
We used to scream and shout
Didn't care what people said
Those were the days
Where we used steal food
Bunked classes
Making fun of the teachers behind their backs
But still loved them in a secret way
Didn't care what people said
Those were the days
Picking on friends, laughing at their fails
But they would be there for you
In storm,snow or hail
Those were the days
The Old Box
It's just there. Sitting and gathering dust The old passion locked in box Waiting for it to be taken out And to be polished Running around for money, or for love Once you return home You see the old box with you forever Just sitting there and gathering the dust Waiting for it to be taken out And to be polished
Let it be
The girl living inside of me, Is the one i am not supposed to be Livin' in my own world I didn't understand Everything that will happen Never take it to your heart Grab every opportunity Be calm and be yourself Let the society go to hell.
Our Dorm
This is the end. Global Warming, Warming us with open hands The small frost, becomes a hail storm We have to stay here, Here, in this dirty dorm The dorm is the earth Nobody ever realized its worth Treating it like garbage But you never knew when This turned into rampage
Soaring High
Looking up at the sky, Thinking about soaring high all i need is my wings Flying till the bell rings That small tree with a beautiful glee Feeling the sunlight Thinking about soaring high Those irregular cloud Behaving like hounds Escaping the might Thinking about soaring high
Start till the End
The way he looked was the best Made me forget about the rest All say we find our soulmate sometime But no one tells us about the time Everything was amazing at first, But at the end, I felt like dying of hunger and thirst I was there for you From the start till the end, Did I just become another knot on your thread?
A Very Normal Day
Thanks for joining me!
Eunoia
[yoo-noy-uh] – Greek
(n.) a pure and well balanced mind, a good spirit.
This is what i want my mind to be. A calm and balanced mind. But somehow I am just stuck in a mind with LOT of stress and anxiety. Well, I am a student and every student has one kind of stress or the other. Competing with peers, CHECK. Thinking about career, CHECK and most important, Getting good result, CHECK!
Recently, I just wanted to write. Poems , stories, articles etc. but I didn’t have the nerve to face the competition of my fellow writers who are amazing by the way. So, one day I just took to my old notebooks and started writing what I wanted to write. I didn’t realize that maybe i can could be better. But now I during this quarantine I finally had my chance to express my feelings and opinions to my readers. I hope you enjoy what I write!
Eunoia 