Dear Diary #1

Dear Diary,

I’ve never attempted logging journals or diary entries before and not gonna do it in the near future either. You might ask ‘Then what in the holy donut is this?!’. Well, to be honest, I have no idea. May be the ramblings of an overthinking girl who believes in fairy tales. At least the part where they say, ‘…and they lived happily ever after!’

When someone says, ‘Stop overthinking things’, I’m that kind of girl who comes up with 9438 reasons why I couldn’t help it! I was determined to make choco milkshake but I switched the blender on before closing the lid. Well, you know what happened next. You can also imagine my irritation, frustration and all kinds of negative emotions ever known to human because, I prefer every last drop of it in my mouth and not everywhere else!

Sleep is sometimes my bitter enemy. It haunts me like hell when I’m not supposed to sleep and I have to run behind it begging pathetically, when I should. In the aftermath of it, my mind works like a Mad Hatter’s Joint sometimes and I would need an official reboot of my system, using a tub of icecream.

Dear diary, I’m not perfect. I’m not judgey and you won’t judge me either. Pinky swear. It is lovely of you to bear my stupid ramblings. Until next time, bye-bye from me.

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The Weird, Wide World

The moon fell into the ocean, splashing, drenching me with a cold wave

The wind refused to dry me out as I shivered and sweared on my way home

The stars had fallen too, tired of shining, couldn’t spot a single one from the window

The air lost its scent of blooming flowers, it’s colorless, odorless, and lifeless

The dreams at night were abstract arts, I failed to decode them every time

The harsh rains hurt my skin as I swallowed my coffee, so tasteless

The signs were all around me that I ignored, the universe kept planting them

Like the sun rays reaching the edges of the earth, it dawned upon me now

This weird, wide world will never be the same without you.

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A Stranger From The Present

She reluctantly opened her eyes at the sound of the alarm clock that read 6.30am. It was a difficult task, getting out of bed with just about two hours of sleep. But she couldn’t give any more excuses to be off from work. This had become a habit.

Her worst mistake from the past, haunted her like a haunted house, she had to visit and revisit every single night. She never realized that with every day that passes she was far and away from it, one day at a time. Well, time heals they say.

But still, it all felt new and fresh as the day it happened. That night too, was no exception.

She watched herself ignoring her best friend’s calls for a stupid reason. The next day morning the news hit her like a bullet to the chest. If she had just picked up the call, her best friend would have been alive. Apparently, the demons of her best friend’s life had an upper hand that night. She had lost the fight.

“Why are you still here?” Someone from behind asked her but all she could see was darkness.

“Who’s there?” She asked, confused.

“Who am I?” The voice laughed. “You don’t belong here anymore”.

She did not understand. She kept staring into the dark. May be she would have waited for someone to appear.

“I’m your Past. You don’t belong here anymore.”

“If I had just picked up…” words crumbled and her eyes welled.

“Her fate was cruel. Yes. But you couldn’t have changed it whatever you had done. It is not your fault. For years you have visited and now you are no more than a stranger from the Present. You can now go back there to live your life in peace.”

She stood there, million thoughts overwhelming her but the voice was gone.

She slowly opened her eyes when her alarm sang. The air smelled fresh and sweet and she knew that it was going to be a good morning, that day and every day there after.

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Woodland Fire and Afterlife

Stacked up money defines rich

Like tomfool said your vehement belief

A magic, a wonder, a gradual change 

Inebriated mess, you let it become

Like flame is that rich, so glorious and bright

As woodland on fire, you let it burn self

None to stop, charred and burned your soul.

With wind flew its ashes, remnants of emotions

No face in the mirror, No shadow in the sun

No love to feel, No heart to beat.

Tight in the hold of devil named money 

A drug it was, the power you felt.

Cackled as a maniac, ripped own humanity,

Now stop acting human, you are not one.

Got no rightful place with mother Earth

A dead weight no more, prepare to go 

With no one to love, to miss you in leave

Find a new planet, Find your peace.

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