I don't have a perfect nose, or a perfect figure. I have a comparatively round face and small eyes. I ain't as pretty as others expect pretty to be. I don't have long and silky hair like others. I don't get grades my parents want me to get. My voice may be squeaky. I may be irritating at times for people for being over caring. I am good and kind to others, yet few people don't like me.
But that's not something I should worry about. I have accepted my flaws because I have to live with them all my life, and they won't change, and I won't change who I am. And maybe, they aren't even flaws, they're just one way the community seeks beauty. We creatures are created by the extreme power, and hence everything is beautiful in it's own way, and nobody can label something as perfect and beautiful.
So don't worry about your flaws my dear, you're beautiful as you are, because you are you and you are unique. And if you are worried by the people who taunt you, just remember that nothing in your life is permanent except for you. The only thing that'll remain with you all your life is your mind, your heart, your body and your soul! So embrace is everyday and love yourself.
Because:
The greatest form of self love is self acceptance.
©_wild_pen_
#review #wildpen #article
But that's not something I should worry about. I have accepted my flaws because I have to live with them all my life, and they won't change, and I won't change who I am. And maybe, they aren't even flaws, they're just one way the community seeks beauty. We creatures are created by the extreme power, and hence everything is beautiful in it's own way, and nobody can label something as perfect and beautiful.
So don't worry about your flaws my dear, you're beautiful as you are, because you are you and you are unique. And if you are worried by the people who taunt you, just remember that nothing in your life is permanent except for you. The only thing that'll remain with you all your life is your mind, your heart, your body and your soul! So embrace is everyday and love yourself.
Because:
The greatest form of self love is self acceptance.
©_wild_pen_
#review #wildpen #article
What are teenagers?
Hormone driven daredevils who feel invincible and are arrogant in their infallibility. They are a work in progress that drive parents to digress, stress and a multitude of bad press!
#wisdom #review #SaiRamKiran
Hormone driven daredevils who feel invincible and are arrogant in their infallibility. They are a work in progress that drive parents to digress, stress and a multitude of bad press!
#wisdom #review #SaiRamKiran
STEPS OF MORTALS
Now, it's present
Before, it was past
Then, it will be future
Every second is counted,
Every minute is gathered,
Every hour is passed like this,
We smile and cry,
We love and gets hurt,
We care and not bothered,
We are polite and barks,
We are everything, we feel
We, moulded into all these,
We are Human.
#review
Now, it's present
Before, it was past
Then, it will be future
Every second is counted,
Every minute is gathered,
Every hour is passed like this,
We smile and cry,
We love and gets hurt,
We care and not bothered,
We are polite and barks,
We are everything, we feel
We, moulded into all these,
We are Human.
#review
#review
Heart is a box.
For storage.
For things that are warm,
Soft and colourful.
For pots and pans.
And stirrers,
I use to cook my poetry with.
My poetry of food,
taste and burnt desires.
And this box is to be kept
out of the reach of children,
for it contains letters from
unsettling events.
It is a box one should either get rid of,
Or never let go.
Heart is a box.
For storage.
For things that are warm,
Soft and colourful.
For pots and pans.
And stirrers,
I use to cook my poetry with.
My poetry of food,
taste and burnt desires.
And this box is to be kept
out of the reach of children,
for it contains letters from
unsettling events.
It is a box one should either get rid of,
Or never let go.
"Yes I can and I will, Just I have to change my view even I can fly"
I certainly don't regret my experiences because without them,I couldn't imagine who or where I would be today.Life is an amazing gift to those who overcome great obstacles,and attitude is everything.The people you decide to surround yourself with,will leave an imprint in your heart,no matter good or bad for the rest of your life.After being picked up and thrown away by all the people who you thought were your friends,it's hard to get back poon your feet and to get you confidence again.
I certainly don't regret my experience because without them, I couldn't imagine who or where I would be today.
Opportunity knocks once; Snatch it,"I can and I will".
Challenge, small or big;Face it,"I can and I will".
If bigger things don't happen,let me look for happiness in the small moments,the small occasions,coming by.
Why should I keep waiting for bigger momens?What if they are far away?Will I keep feeling unhappy until then?By thinking these questions to yourself the next thing you tell yourself should be"I can and I will".
Believing in myself, feeling strong,never give up-no matter what the circumstances are ,have made me feel I,m a champion and overcome the dreaded obstacles.on my feelings,be brave to tell the heart:"I am not gonna lose, I will win with all these pains and sorrows". Just let me have a minute and ask myself can I do it,and the answer should be Yes I can and see what I'm capable of doing.I will do my best ;won't ever ever give up.
Let me judge each day not by harvest I reap but by seeds that I plant.
Let my solid persistence change failure into extraordinary achievement.
Let see something positive even in bad situations.Even a stopped clock shows correct time twice a Day..
Like the elephant, how many of us go through life hanging onto a belief that we cannot do something, simply because we failed at it once before?Failure is part of learning,I would never give up my struggles in life!
Just have a magnanimous heart and try to learn through each experience you got.
No one earlier, no one in future - I would love to be absolutely unique! Let me enjoy that uniqueness. Should I have to pretend in order to seem more like someone else? I am not meant to be like someone else. I do not have to lie to conceal the parts of you that are not like what you see in anyone else. I'm meant to be different.
Just spread your hands, the wings you got and see what you can do,even if you want to fly.....
#wca #wcpp #NG #review
I certainly don't regret my experiences because without them,I couldn't imagine who or where I would be today.Life is an amazing gift to those who overcome great obstacles,and attitude is everything.The people you decide to surround yourself with,will leave an imprint in your heart,no matter good or bad for the rest of your life.After being picked up and thrown away by all the people who you thought were your friends,it's hard to get back poon your feet and to get you confidence again.
I certainly don't regret my experience because without them, I couldn't imagine who or where I would be today.
Opportunity knocks once; Snatch it,"I can and I will".
Challenge, small or big;Face it,"I can and I will".
If bigger things don't happen,let me look for happiness in the small moments,the small occasions,coming by.
Why should I keep waiting for bigger momens?What if they are far away?Will I keep feeling unhappy until then?By thinking these questions to yourself the next thing you tell yourself should be"I can and I will".
Believing in myself, feeling strong,never give up-no matter what the circumstances are ,have made me feel I,m a champion and overcome the dreaded obstacles.on my feelings,be brave to tell the heart:"I am not gonna lose, I will win with all these pains and sorrows". Just let me have a minute and ask myself can I do it,and the answer should be Yes I can and see what I'm capable of doing.I will do my best ;won't ever ever give up.
Let me judge each day not by harvest I reap but by seeds that I plant.
Let my solid persistence change failure into extraordinary achievement.
Let see something positive even in bad situations.Even a stopped clock shows correct time twice a Day..
Like the elephant, how many of us go through life hanging onto a belief that we cannot do something, simply because we failed at it once before?Failure is part of learning,I would never give up my struggles in life!
Just have a magnanimous heart and try to learn through each experience you got.
No one earlier, no one in future - I would love to be absolutely unique! Let me enjoy that uniqueness. Should I have to pretend in order to seem more like someone else? I am not meant to be like someone else. I do not have to lie to conceal the parts of you that are not like what you see in anyone else. I'm meant to be different.
Just spread your hands, the wings you got and see what you can do,even if you want to fly.....
#wca #wcpp #NG #review
Her
Ten heartbeats that's how long i have before my lungs give out and i start to sink. Down. down. to the blue abyss that awaits me. I can't say i am scared i knew what i was getting into when i jumped. Yet, my natural instinct crave for air, burn for air, ache for air. A nice change to the cravings i used to have. When death is this close nothing matters anymore. the only thing you want is the next breath, the only thing you hear is the sound of your heart. The thrum of a drum when your heart beats. Eight heartbeats untill i drown. down. down. To the blue abyss that awaits me.
Him
8 more miles before i reach her. My damsel in distress, my fair princess. Racing with very wind, the moving air, my horse gallops sensing my urge. I can't be late, no i can't be late. But i can be lost as it seems. I check the map to be sure but there is only a lake where the road should be. My heart drops and dread slowly creeps up to me. My attention is drawn to the lady in the water. And my heart jumped back to its place. I call out "oh fair lady, where goes the road to the gateless wall" and she pointed to the east, to the junction i missed. I hurry to leave forgetting to thank her. But, see, i can't be late. I have 8 more miles before i reach her.
Her.
Six heartbeats that how long i have before my lungs give....
And he called out to me, my prince in shinning armour, my saviour. It seems he is lost. He is lost. he has lost. He doesn't know his princess is gone. gone. Done. He shouldn't have been late. Yet he doesn't know. And i point to the doorless tower. To her empty chamber that awaits him.
Him
4 more steps till i see her. My damsel, my mistress. And i take them all hastily, rush down into her room. No! no! i can't be late. I couldn't have been late. How can she be gone. I check the room to be sure but she isn't where she said she would be. My heart drops and shatters to bits and the dread takes it place. I can't be late. i couldn't have been late. I will stay here till she comes back.
Her.
Two heartbeats that's how long i have before my lungs give out and i start to drown. Down down to the blue peace that awaits me. To my prince
Him.
1 more bell until the sun sets and i know she is gone. yet, I will stay for thousand years just to be sure. I couldn't have been late, could i.
Her.
Zero heartbeats that's how long..... and i drown. Down. down to the death that awaits me.
Him
I know she is gone yet i look for her in the room. I can't believe i was late. Maybe if i hadn't been lost or hesitated by the lake. Maybe...
Her
He was lost. too bad he didn't stay long here maybe he wouldn't have been late.
Don't tell him i couldn't wait...
Him
I will wait
#review
Ten heartbeats that's how long i have before my lungs give out and i start to sink. Down. down. to the blue abyss that awaits me. I can't say i am scared i knew what i was getting into when i jumped. Yet, my natural instinct crave for air, burn for air, ache for air. A nice change to the cravings i used to have. When death is this close nothing matters anymore. the only thing you want is the next breath, the only thing you hear is the sound of your heart. The thrum of a drum when your heart beats. Eight heartbeats untill i drown. down. down. To the blue abyss that awaits me.
Him
8 more miles before i reach her. My damsel in distress, my fair princess. Racing with very wind, the moving air, my horse gallops sensing my urge. I can't be late, no i can't be late. But i can be lost as it seems. I check the map to be sure but there is only a lake where the road should be. My heart drops and dread slowly creeps up to me. My attention is drawn to the lady in the water. And my heart jumped back to its place. I call out "oh fair lady, where goes the road to the gateless wall" and she pointed to the east, to the junction i missed. I hurry to leave forgetting to thank her. But, see, i can't be late. I have 8 more miles before i reach her.
Her.
Six heartbeats that how long i have before my lungs give....
And he called out to me, my prince in shinning armour, my saviour. It seems he is lost. He is lost. he has lost. He doesn't know his princess is gone. gone. Done. He shouldn't have been late. Yet he doesn't know. And i point to the doorless tower. To her empty chamber that awaits him.
Him
4 more steps till i see her. My damsel, my mistress. And i take them all hastily, rush down into her room. No! no! i can't be late. I couldn't have been late. How can she be gone. I check the room to be sure but she isn't where she said she would be. My heart drops and shatters to bits and the dread takes it place. I can't be late. i couldn't have been late. I will stay here till she comes back.
Her.
Two heartbeats that's how long i have before my lungs give out and i start to drown. Down down to the blue peace that awaits me. To my prince
Him.
1 more bell until the sun sets and i know she is gone. yet, I will stay for thousand years just to be sure. I couldn't have been late, could i.
Her.
Zero heartbeats that's how long..... and i drown. Down. down to the death that awaits me.
Him
I know she is gone yet i look for her in the room. I can't believe i was late. Maybe if i hadn't been lost or hesitated by the lake. Maybe...
Her
He was lost. too bad he didn't stay long here maybe he wouldn't have been late.
Don't tell him i couldn't wait...
Him
I will wait
#review
FEEL AND LOVE IT
It maybe, 2050 in the year and scientifically everything would have been improved but DANCE, it never went out of fashion. Dance is like breath, of our life. We take it seriously, it makes us, the dancers, to make one stand in astonishment while we show off our talents.
The lights focused on the best dancer, she made us feel awe. That's when I felt, to become as like her. But it wasn't that easy. During childhood days we may think big and hope to reach out but we come to know its hardships when we see it seriously.
I had a chance to shine yet a disaster showed up. My ancestors had a similar epidemic like this. I hoped it could go away soon. But it didn’t go away, rather my hopes faded day by day.
And to the core of my worst days, I got captured as I wandered around. They said they would let me go after observing me whether I had that virus or not, by keeping me for a few days.
When I entered the room which was vacated for me, I completely forgot about my dreams. I felt empty. I cooperated with them just to get the hell out of here.
While I was watching the outside world through the glass door from inside a tiny room, I heard a thud on the glass door which was on right to me. It was like a glass window to interact with the other people who are being captured like me and kept on here in another room and it was made for people to not be bored.
I saw a boy in that room who could be the same age as me, he used his hand gestures to ask me why I was all sad.
Even though he's in here, he hasn't lost hopes and he's active as usual which was once I had. He reminds me of myself. I answered him that I don't know.
He tried to get along with me even after I cursed him so many times. Then one day he danced as he was making fun of it, the dance art.
Furious filled in me and I shouted at him, he got shocked and asked why. I remained silent as I didn't know what came into me itself at that second.
A few minutes later I asked him why he was making fun out of precious dance art. He said that he just loves to do it in his way to relieve the stress he had. I didn’t believe him.
We argued about it when I said that dance is a serious art he denied it and said that it was an art which moulds according to the person and it can be defined in various ways for each person.
At last, he gave up. As there was no one, I had to get along with him. Days passed on like water flowing continuously.
Before the last day, he dared me to dance in the way I like and love to. It was a silly game but that changed my whole perspective of thinking.
When I danced freely, that's when I acquired so many energetic feelings, happiness and lots of positive feelings. This made me go on and on and at one point I realised that he was still watching me silently with a pleasant smile on his face. I smiled at him as a thank you.
The next day was up quick. We were leaving the place which I once called sick but now I call it divine as he was there and made me realise the most important thing.
Never ever try to do anything just like that as like how one does it. Feel it, love it, get a connection in it and that's when you do one thing like a masterpiece. He taught me that.
We were at the entrance gate. Our eyes sparkled at each other. I said it was great to meet him in here otherwise I would have been dead. He chuckled and said through his eyes that we'll meet again and went on towards the left as I took the right path.
Hopes gradually arose in me and it brought the shine all over the stage focusing on me only just like HER.
#wca #wcpp #review #smitha
It maybe, 2050 in the year and scientifically everything would have been improved but DANCE, it never went out of fashion. Dance is like breath, of our life. We take it seriously, it makes us, the dancers, to make one stand in astonishment while we show off our talents.
The lights focused on the best dancer, she made us feel awe. That's when I felt, to become as like her. But it wasn't that easy. During childhood days we may think big and hope to reach out but we come to know its hardships when we see it seriously.
I had a chance to shine yet a disaster showed up. My ancestors had a similar epidemic like this. I hoped it could go away soon. But it didn’t go away, rather my hopes faded day by day.
And to the core of my worst days, I got captured as I wandered around. They said they would let me go after observing me whether I had that virus or not, by keeping me for a few days.
When I entered the room which was vacated for me, I completely forgot about my dreams. I felt empty. I cooperated with them just to get the hell out of here.
While I was watching the outside world through the glass door from inside a tiny room, I heard a thud on the glass door which was on right to me. It was like a glass window to interact with the other people who are being captured like me and kept on here in another room and it was made for people to not be bored.
I saw a boy in that room who could be the same age as me, he used his hand gestures to ask me why I was all sad.
Even though he's in here, he hasn't lost hopes and he's active as usual which was once I had. He reminds me of myself. I answered him that I don't know.
He tried to get along with me even after I cursed him so many times. Then one day he danced as he was making fun of it, the dance art.
Furious filled in me and I shouted at him, he got shocked and asked why. I remained silent as I didn't know what came into me itself at that second.
A few minutes later I asked him why he was making fun out of precious dance art. He said that he just loves to do it in his way to relieve the stress he had. I didn’t believe him.
We argued about it when I said that dance is a serious art he denied it and said that it was an art which moulds according to the person and it can be defined in various ways for each person.
At last, he gave up. As there was no one, I had to get along with him. Days passed on like water flowing continuously.
Before the last day, he dared me to dance in the way I like and love to. It was a silly game but that changed my whole perspective of thinking.
When I danced freely, that's when I acquired so many energetic feelings, happiness and lots of positive feelings. This made me go on and on and at one point I realised that he was still watching me silently with a pleasant smile on his face. I smiled at him as a thank you.
The next day was up quick. We were leaving the place which I once called sick but now I call it divine as he was there and made me realise the most important thing.
Never ever try to do anything just like that as like how one does it. Feel it, love it, get a connection in it and that's when you do one thing like a masterpiece. He taught me that.
We were at the entrance gate. Our eyes sparkled at each other. I said it was great to meet him in here otherwise I would have been dead. He chuckled and said through his eyes that we'll meet again and went on towards the left as I took the right path.
Hopes gradually arose in me and it brought the shine all over the stage focusing on me only just like HER.
#wca #wcpp #review #smitha
Distress of Surrender
She has fought several wars before this,
But this is a fight everyone will reminisce
Her wings replace the ammunition in this fight,
But she still soars above the populace with all her might
For this fight may take away her bag of bones,
But her ardor is more ferocious than the worst of cyclones
For this fight may take away the affirmation,
It cannot crumble her affection
For this fight may damage her control,
It will never cripple her soul
For this fight may leave her incapable,
It cannot leave her in shambles,
This courage, she has, it’s not meant to holler,
It keeps quiet and grows silently in her heart’s corner
For this fight might try its best to pull her down,
To the deep dark dungeons underground
To cuff her hands with strongest of chains,
And gag her with the clothes as rusty as a crane
But she will still fight to survive,
And she will rise beyond the archetype
Because she is an angel with wings so high and sleek,
This cancer will be the one to face defeat.
#wca #wcpp #review #kt
She has fought several wars before this,
But this is a fight everyone will reminisce
Her wings replace the ammunition in this fight,
But she still soars above the populace with all her might
For this fight may take away her bag of bones,
But her ardor is more ferocious than the worst of cyclones
For this fight may take away the affirmation,
It cannot crumble her affection
For this fight may damage her control,
It will never cripple her soul
For this fight may leave her incapable,
It cannot leave her in shambles,
This courage, she has, it’s not meant to holler,
It keeps quiet and grows silently in her heart’s corner
For this fight might try its best to pull her down,
To the deep dark dungeons underground
To cuff her hands with strongest of chains,
And gag her with the clothes as rusty as a crane
But she will still fight to survive,
And she will rise beyond the archetype
Because she is an angel with wings so high and sleek,
This cancer will be the one to face defeat.
#wca #wcpp #review #kt
Title: To Ballet Till I Fly
Hair up, tied tight in a knot
Brisk is my walk till I get to my favourite dancing spot
Last I may be, to be chosen to become the prima ballerina
But doubtless and for sure is my show to take me to far off Burma
I may not tango my way to Argentina
Still, a pas de deux with my love is enough to pull me out of this trauma
To Egypt, I may never go
Because my tutu may not really be welcome there, even though I am a pro
"Bravo! Bravo!," the audience bellows
As my whole corps de ballet twirls with the grace of swallows!
Dancing is all I ever wanted,
Pirouetting my way to the life for which I panted
With every dawn, my shadow, in the form of a Bras en couronne
Gives wings to my dream to perform until exhaustion lays me prone
#wca #wcpp #poetry #review #SaiRamKiran
Hair up, tied tight in a knot
Brisk is my walk till I get to my favourite dancing spot
Last I may be, to be chosen to become the prima ballerina
But doubtless and for sure is my show to take me to far off Burma
I may not tango my way to Argentina
Still, a pas de deux with my love is enough to pull me out of this trauma
To Egypt, I may never go
Because my tutu may not really be welcome there, even though I am a pro
"Bravo! Bravo!," the audience bellows
As my whole corps de ballet twirls with the grace of swallows!
Dancing is all I ever wanted,
Pirouetting my way to the life for which I panted
With every dawn, my shadow, in the form of a Bras en couronne
Gives wings to my dream to perform until exhaustion lays me prone
#wca #wcpp #poetry #review #SaiRamKiran
#review
IF ONLY...
I've cried, I've wailed
And Cursed the day I set my eyes on you
But all is pointless
I can just try
To forget the pain
To make the rain, raining upon my heart to fade away.
It's so hard
I don't even know where to start
'Coz you can't even get mad
For it was my mistakes
I bash my head against the wall
Wishing i could forget her face
She was like a dream
A dream you want stay for ever into
A wish that couldn't be real
If only wishes were horses...
And now the pain is ebbed deep in my heart
Bound on my broken soul
And all it's tearing me apart
Wishing i would have been smart
Wishing i could have seen her intentions from the start
And stop giving my heart a start
How i wish i knew
If only wishes were horses...
I would have bought as many as i would
And everything would have been true
If only...
Written by:
Symon Saich
#modern_romeo#modern_romeo
©2020
IF ONLY...
I've cried, I've wailed
And Cursed the day I set my eyes on you
But all is pointless
I can just try
To forget the pain
To make the rain, raining upon my heart to fade away.
It's so hard
I don't even know where to start
'Coz you can't even get mad
For it was my mistakes
I bash my head against the wall
Wishing i could forget her face
She was like a dream
A dream you want stay for ever into
A wish that couldn't be real
If only wishes were horses...
And now the pain is ebbed deep in my heart
Bound on my broken soul
And all it's tearing me apart
Wishing i would have been smart
Wishing i could have seen her intentions from the start
And stop giving my heart a start
How i wish i knew
If only wishes were horses...
I would have bought as many as i would
And everything would have been true
If only...
Written by:
Symon Saich
#modern_romeo#modern_romeo
©2020
The Girl With The Wings - Continued
I Changed myself by asking " why me " to " what I am going to do now " you wouldn't believe but this changed me fully from a social person to the happiest person on the planet. I used to piss my mother off, sometimes she didn't even sleep. Being on bed is pretty boring, you know it and sometimes that emptiness fills your mind with creativity that's enough for you to piss your mother. I used to dictate my stories poetries to her and she used to write it down on my notebook, then I started a blog where I started writing diaries on my daily exercises, Stories of my mother's freedom as step by step I start to become independent. It kills me soo much to be dependent for long, so I try to learn the basic stuff and make it as my daily exercises. Like doing make up on my own, riding on wheelchair on my own was my first achievement. I started to eat on my own, wear clothes which absolutely took me more than an hour. And the one which I absolutely hate is eating vegetables all day long, I HATE IT,. But my mom got some disadvantages too as she now can't post my pictures on tinder hahahaha. And you wouldn't believe but I started to grow some muscles which I had none being abled.
Not much later that I started to write on my own through my fists. Speech recognition is soo much trouble, ahh I hate it it's frustrating. At first I used to like write using my knuckles to type on the keyboard which was pretty frustrating but soon I get along with that. Sooner my fingers were slowly started doing some heavy works. With a pinch of strech and I started writing on my own, ahhh feel so good. I was being always praised for my positivity and humourous approach towards stuff, but it dosent was there all along it build along throughout the journey. It was hard all along, there's a new problem Everyday with everything that we had to sort. And when my dad had died, all were broken down and being an only child I had to support myself and my family. I recently went to attend the ted talk and inspired others on how I became an influencer and blogger sitting on a wheel chair. It's been troubles throughout the journey and the pain never stops hitting hard. It's you only you who can embrace the great fear all alone.
Without arms to write and legs to walk, life dosent end here you still have wings to fly higher and higher to make that hole in the sky.
#review #tejaskhurana #story
I Changed myself by asking " why me " to " what I am going to do now " you wouldn't believe but this changed me fully from a social person to the happiest person on the planet. I used to piss my mother off, sometimes she didn't even sleep. Being on bed is pretty boring, you know it and sometimes that emptiness fills your mind with creativity that's enough for you to piss your mother. I used to dictate my stories poetries to her and she used to write it down on my notebook, then I started a blog where I started writing diaries on my daily exercises, Stories of my mother's freedom as step by step I start to become independent. It kills me soo much to be dependent for long, so I try to learn the basic stuff and make it as my daily exercises. Like doing make up on my own, riding on wheelchair on my own was my first achievement. I started to eat on my own, wear clothes which absolutely took me more than an hour. And the one which I absolutely hate is eating vegetables all day long, I HATE IT,. But my mom got some disadvantages too as she now can't post my pictures on tinder hahahaha. And you wouldn't believe but I started to grow some muscles which I had none being abled.
Not much later that I started to write on my own through my fists. Speech recognition is soo much trouble, ahh I hate it it's frustrating. At first I used to like write using my knuckles to type on the keyboard which was pretty frustrating but soon I get along with that. Sooner my fingers were slowly started doing some heavy works. With a pinch of strech and I started writing on my own, ahhh feel so good. I was being always praised for my positivity and humourous approach towards stuff, but it dosent was there all along it build along throughout the journey. It was hard all along, there's a new problem Everyday with everything that we had to sort. And when my dad had died, all were broken down and being an only child I had to support myself and my family. I recently went to attend the ted talk and inspired others on how I became an influencer and blogger sitting on a wheel chair. It's been troubles throughout the journey and the pain never stops hitting hard. It's you only you who can embrace the great fear all alone.
Without arms to write and legs to walk, life dosent end here you still have wings to fly higher and higher to make that hole in the sky.
#review #tejaskhurana #story
THE GIRL WITH WINGS
This is the story of a girl with wings who once took a flight from the Dead and never returned back. Before starting I want to share something, " Life's like a small molecule to everyone, equal for everyone it never differentiates, but it does have a bad habbit of having partiality in fates of beings "
You all must have heard the fact that " Sky's the Limit, Think the unthinkable " though it feels suiting to the ears but it's not in the reality, I only believed in one thing that is " Don't be that loser to think that sky's the limit " ohh you forgot " Think the Unthinkable " we need to make holes in the sky, so that they're visible to the world's Race.
Hey I am Alisha Aggarwal and this is my 12th diary. You know what's good about it, It never breaks your heart, it never ever will hurt you or will betray you it's your ultimate one and the only bestie you got it for your lifetime. You know what they say " An Apple a day keeps the Doctor away " and you know what I say " A Diary a day keeps the saddness away " Awww.....
" Ali...... " Her mom said in a deep hurry. And here's my momma, my cutie sweet modern momma. " You still writing Ali, don't you have EXTERNALS TODAY..... " Yeaah sometimes she's aggressive like a typical mom hehehehe. She's too modern that she even taunts me Everyday when I do things wrong that she'll post my pictures on TINDER for my marriage I mean WHAAATTT THE HELL.......
My typical mom in hurry said " Ali.... Have your milk look at your skinny bones, I am not hearing anything just have your milk FIRST.. " I Replied with deep regret " Hey dad, are we having scarcity of sugar in our house "
She savagely Replied " I still have those pics with me don't force me to post them, hann " " That's not a MARRIAGE SITE, IT'S FOR DATING ARGHHHH " I REPLIED WITH DEEP FRUSTRATION
As like normal days my dad who's pretty cool were dropping me off to my examination centre, but something was telling today's not your day sweetheart. " Honk honk....honk honk... "
PapaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAaaaaaaa *beep* suffering to breathe *beep* " somebody help them Pleaseee " external voices *beep* wheels rubbing over the ground *beep* red bulbs glowing *beep* ...........................................
Friday at 10 : 45 am , we had a car accident. I got a severe spinal cord Injury, also known as quadraplegics is a condition where you recieve a severe trauma on your spinal cord below neck which blocks those nervous cells to send and receive data to the brain. I had a complete quadraplegics, where my whole body under neck is paralysed, I can move my arms a bit though not the finger neither the body and my Dad had the worst.
He got a very heavy clash on his skull, brain. Doctors said that he got a crack on his skull, and a traumatic brain Injury too.
Pretty heartbreaking right, Yeaah I know it's been 3 months now. And this is what I am going to talk about. In the very beginning, I was pretty emotionally broken down, I don't know how my mother handled all that. I keep asking myself Questions like, " why me, what about my life now, what about my dreams. I can't never ever walk now, I am forever alone, I am forever disabled NO ONE WILL EVER LOVE NOW " and it dosent matter how strong, motivated, ultra positive person you are, it dosent matter you'll get stressed out and that's my promise to you. In india, people see quadraplegics as an orthopaedic disability but not as an injury. It is not just that you can’t walk, you are completely paralysed—you don’t have bowel or urine control. Lack of medical insurance, facilities for rehabilitation and very few speciality hospitals that are equipped to take care of those with spinal cord injuries make a quadriplegic’s life in India tough.
One moment you had a fine blessed living, and the other day you are disabled, from Life's INFINITE POSSIBILITIES to completely INVISIBLE. I was blessed to have such a strong family, I thank god for that. It breaks your heart when you hear that majority of people suiciding cause of quadraplegics.
#wca #wcpp #review #tejaskhurana #story
This is the story of a girl with wings who once took a flight from the Dead and never returned back. Before starting I want to share something, " Life's like a small molecule to everyone, equal for everyone it never differentiates, but it does have a bad habbit of having partiality in fates of beings "
You all must have heard the fact that " Sky's the Limit, Think the unthinkable " though it feels suiting to the ears but it's not in the reality, I only believed in one thing that is " Don't be that loser to think that sky's the limit " ohh you forgot " Think the Unthinkable " we need to make holes in the sky, so that they're visible to the world's Race.
Hey I am Alisha Aggarwal and this is my 12th diary. You know what's good about it, It never breaks your heart, it never ever will hurt you or will betray you it's your ultimate one and the only bestie you got it for your lifetime. You know what they say " An Apple a day keeps the Doctor away " and you know what I say " A Diary a day keeps the saddness away " Awww.....
" Ali...... " Her mom said in a deep hurry. And here's my momma, my cutie sweet modern momma. " You still writing Ali, don't you have EXTERNALS TODAY..... " Yeaah sometimes she's aggressive like a typical mom hehehehe. She's too modern that she even taunts me Everyday when I do things wrong that she'll post my pictures on TINDER for my marriage I mean WHAAATTT THE HELL.......
My typical mom in hurry said " Ali.... Have your milk look at your skinny bones, I am not hearing anything just have your milk FIRST.. " I Replied with deep regret " Hey dad, are we having scarcity of sugar in our house "
She savagely Replied " I still have those pics with me don't force me to post them, hann " " That's not a MARRIAGE SITE, IT'S FOR DATING ARGHHHH " I REPLIED WITH DEEP FRUSTRATION
As like normal days my dad who's pretty cool were dropping me off to my examination centre, but something was telling today's not your day sweetheart. " Honk honk....honk honk... "
PapaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAaaaaaaa *beep* suffering to breathe *beep* " somebody help them Pleaseee " external voices *beep* wheels rubbing over the ground *beep* red bulbs glowing *beep* ...........................................
Friday at 10 : 45 am , we had a car accident. I got a severe spinal cord Injury, also known as quadraplegics is a condition where you recieve a severe trauma on your spinal cord below neck which blocks those nervous cells to send and receive data to the brain. I had a complete quadraplegics, where my whole body under neck is paralysed, I can move my arms a bit though not the finger neither the body and my Dad had the worst.
He got a very heavy clash on his skull, brain. Doctors said that he got a crack on his skull, and a traumatic brain Injury too.
Pretty heartbreaking right, Yeaah I know it's been 3 months now. And this is what I am going to talk about. In the very beginning, I was pretty emotionally broken down, I don't know how my mother handled all that. I keep asking myself Questions like, " why me, what about my life now, what about my dreams. I can't never ever walk now, I am forever alone, I am forever disabled NO ONE WILL EVER LOVE NOW " and it dosent matter how strong, motivated, ultra positive person you are, it dosent matter you'll get stressed out and that's my promise to you. In india, people see quadraplegics as an orthopaedic disability but not as an injury. It is not just that you can’t walk, you are completely paralysed—you don’t have bowel or urine control. Lack of medical insurance, facilities for rehabilitation and very few speciality hospitals that are equipped to take care of those with spinal cord injuries make a quadriplegic’s life in India tough.
One moment you had a fine blessed living, and the other day you are disabled, from Life's INFINITE POSSIBILITIES to completely INVISIBLE. I was blessed to have such a strong family, I thank god for that. It breaks your heart when you hear that majority of people suiciding cause of quadraplegics.
#wca #wcpp #review #tejaskhurana #story
DREAM OF LUCK
On moonlight sunday,
With spilt of stars here and there,
He on his royal Enfield in black,
She stood in her elegant balcony,
Both were mesmerised in eyes,
Smiled like a mad endlessly,
When his romantic flying kiss,
On the way to reach her lips,
He was disturbed by alarming cuckoo.
#review
On moonlight sunday,
With spilt of stars here and there,
He on his royal Enfield in black,
She stood in her elegant balcony,
Both were mesmerised in eyes,
Smiled like a mad endlessly,
When his romantic flying kiss,
On the way to reach her lips,
He was disturbed by alarming cuckoo.
#review
When your thoughts and feelings don't coincide, follow your innermost gut feeling. It never goes wrong!
©_wild_pen_
#review #thoughts #_wild_pen_
©_wild_pen_
#review #thoughts #_wild_pen_
Life is hard.
There are times you want to give up. You have both- days and nights- and the darker ones feel longer. You have more questions than answers.
But then, You have to keep going.
You have to rise and bloom, no matter how harsh the weather is. You are a warrior, and the fight is between good and bad, right and wrong. The choice remains with you to choose your side. Just fight but with bravery.
Life is just another beast you have to tame and nobody can do that better than you!
Life is hard! But you have to keep going.
©_wild_pen_
#_wild_pen_ #review #motivation
There are times you want to give up. You have both- days and nights- and the darker ones feel longer. You have more questions than answers.
But then, You have to keep going.
You have to rise and bloom, no matter how harsh the weather is. You are a warrior, and the fight is between good and bad, right and wrong. The choice remains with you to choose your side. Just fight but with bravery.
Life is just another beast you have to tame and nobody can do that better than you!
Life is hard! But you have to keep going.
©_wild_pen_
#_wild_pen_ #review #motivation
EVOLUTION
The very definition of humanity is changing as we know.
First, there was a gradual transition from hunters to agriculture, then there was a flushable toilet. And that’s what is robbing us off our understanding of what it means to be human.
It is literally destroying our emotional spectrum as only; like or shame, pleasure or pain, all extremes no gray, which is funny because it was our grayness that made us human all along.
#review#review
#poetry#poetry
#sunaina#sunaina
The very definition of humanity is changing as we know.
First, there was a gradual transition from hunters to agriculture, then there was a flushable toilet. And that’s what is robbing us off our understanding of what it means to be human.
It is literally destroying our emotional spectrum as only; like or shame, pleasure or pain, all extremes no gray, which is funny because it was our grayness that made us human all along.
#review#review
#poetry#poetry
#sunaina#sunaina
Title: About Hunches/Gut Feelings
When your heart and mind don't mingle,
Trust your gut to get that little tingle,
That will help you get past the trouble,
And pull you out of this great tangle!
#poetry #review #SaiRamKiran
#shortpoetry
When your heart and mind don't mingle,
Trust your gut to get that little tingle,
That will help you get past the trouble,
And pull you out of this great tangle!
#poetry #review #SaiRamKiran
#shortpoetry
I woke up; I woke up dead in a forest,
The beautiful rains made my body purest.
There were some constraints, so my soul had to depart,
One journey ended, another journey I had to start.
As I reached heaven; Mr chitragupt took me to a town,
The area was vast, filled with souls dressed in pretty gowns.
In every ten minutes, a new guest appeared,
About the shrinking space, every other member feared.
So they considered the oldest souls to tackle this space dearth,
They swiftly suggested- “few of us have to take rebirth”.
“Those who died easily will have to go,”, a decision they made,
The trouble started the conflict, even human behaviour souls displayed.
“My husband raped and hanged me,” an old lady shouted,
“It was a group for me”, a woman said while the number of men she counted.
A girl cried- “While returning from school, my classmates assaulted”,
“I was pregnant when it happened, my baby too got aborted”.
A young lady exclaimed- “Trauma of abuse made me commit suicide”,
The tears spoke everything that a boy was trying to hide.
“He violated my integrity even after fully covered,” - soul in burqa shrieked,
“He raped me for years”- signalled a girl who couldn’t speak.
A spirit in saree yelled- “They raped me and burnt alive”.
While a nurse cried- “After a lengthy battle in the coma, I also couldn’t survive’.
Suddenly every noise stopped when the spirit of a newborn strolled;
The whole debate got over with the story that blood-soaked diaper told!
“It’s better to be here than being with the monsters”;
“The world is full of them, the murderers and the assaulters”.
Every spirit decided that all of them will somehow stay,
And about their previous life, nothing will be discussed, and no one will say.
The souls whom the earth manipulated felt safe,
Free of every torture, every crime, even if it’s after the grave.
#review
The beautiful rains made my body purest.
There were some constraints, so my soul had to depart,
One journey ended, another journey I had to start.
As I reached heaven; Mr chitragupt took me to a town,
The area was vast, filled with souls dressed in pretty gowns.
In every ten minutes, a new guest appeared,
About the shrinking space, every other member feared.
So they considered the oldest souls to tackle this space dearth,
They swiftly suggested- “few of us have to take rebirth”.
“Those who died easily will have to go,”, a decision they made,
The trouble started the conflict, even human behaviour souls displayed.
“My husband raped and hanged me,” an old lady shouted,
“It was a group for me”, a woman said while the number of men she counted.
A girl cried- “While returning from school, my classmates assaulted”,
“I was pregnant when it happened, my baby too got aborted”.
A young lady exclaimed- “Trauma of abuse made me commit suicide”,
The tears spoke everything that a boy was trying to hide.
“He violated my integrity even after fully covered,” - soul in burqa shrieked,
“He raped me for years”- signalled a girl who couldn’t speak.
A spirit in saree yelled- “They raped me and burnt alive”.
While a nurse cried- “After a lengthy battle in the coma, I also couldn’t survive’.
Suddenly every noise stopped when the spirit of a newborn strolled;
The whole debate got over with the story that blood-soaked diaper told!
“It’s better to be here than being with the monsters”;
“The world is full of them, the murderers and the assaulters”.
Every spirit decided that all of them will somehow stay,
And about their previous life, nothing will be discussed, and no one will say.
The souls whom the earth manipulated felt safe,
Free of every torture, every crime, even if it’s after the grave.
#review
Her: the world is quiet here
Him: where
Her: right there *pointing to her head*
Where the beats of my thoughts blare
Where the fire of my worries flare
Where the eyes of my anger stare
Yes right there *closing her eyes*
Where the hope I was born with dies
Where The key to my maze life lies
Where the vine of my hate thrives
Right in the center of all
Right there the worlds stall
Not being nor ceasing
In the between
Not heard nor felt
But only seen
Right here... *pointing to her head*
The world is silent
Him: But the world is not there *pointing to her head*
Her: then where?
Him: here below *puts his hands on her heart*
Where the rhythm of the voices go Slow
Where the fire of your fears burn low
Where the eyes of your wrath go hollow
Yes right here *puts her hand on her chest*
Where the dead hopes you're born with stir
Where the puzzles of your life clear
Where the roots of your angst disappear
Right here where everything is
Right here the world lives
changing but same
In equilibrium
Dynamic and peaceful
But never in delirium
Right here... *pointing to where her hand is*
The world speaks still
#mutechaos
#review
Him: where
Her: right there *pointing to her head*
Where the beats of my thoughts blare
Where the fire of my worries flare
Where the eyes of my anger stare
Yes right there *closing her eyes*
Where the hope I was born with dies
Where The key to my maze life lies
Where the vine of my hate thrives
Right in the center of all
Right there the worlds stall
Not being nor ceasing
In the between
Not heard nor felt
But only seen
Right here... *pointing to her head*
The world is silent
Him: But the world is not there *pointing to her head*
Her: then where?
Him: here below *puts his hands on her heart*
Where the rhythm of the voices go Slow
Where the fire of your fears burn low
Where the eyes of your wrath go hollow
Yes right here *puts her hand on her chest*
Where the dead hopes you're born with stir
Where the puzzles of your life clear
Where the roots of your angst disappear
Right here where everything is
Right here the world lives
changing but same
In equilibrium
Dynamic and peaceful
But never in delirium
Right here... *pointing to where her hand is*
The world speaks still
#mutechaos
#review