One Liner Wednesday…

Be the best version of you, always. The world deserves nothing short of that :’)

Musical March – Day 22 💝

For day 22, here I have

1. Adha Ishq from Band Baaja Baraat – A sweet soulful number​.

2. Pehli Baar from Dil Dhadkne Do – An upbeat, energetic song.

Happy Wednesday!

Love 💝

The BIG Charisma

My very first poem. I wrote it when I was in class XII. Crazy, silly, mad, excited, overtly enthusiastic, a bit too sensitive. That’s exactly how I was, way back. That’s how I still am. The poem still, is extremely close to my heart and will forever be. 

Happy World Poetry Day 💝

Cheers✨

Emotions That Matter.

When the world outside,
remains dark, 
just for you;
when the people outside,
remain furious,
just with you;
when the place 
around you,
tells you,
you are a “nobody”
think “BIG”!

when you lose,
when your luck fails,
when you are miserable
and you are misunderstood;
when people forget you,
or tend to ignore you,
or intend to hurt,
just think “BIG”!

when you are not listened to,
your presence is not felt,
and you feel lost——
when you break down 
and lose your self confidence
or feel bitter,
dream “BIG”!

when people step over you,
or make you cry hard,
and you think you are—
“A LOSER”, “A GONER”
and you forget to smile,
just dream “BIG”!

when nobody you like,believes in you,
and they lose their faith in what you can do,
or throw away hopes of what you are capable of,
become “BIG”!

BE YOURSELF,   BELIEVE IN…

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Love yourself…with your flaws ✨

Everyday I look in the mirror, at my tiny eyes, my humongous nose, my over sized front teeth and I cry. And then, I reminisce. I think of all the wrong I’ve done, all the mistakes I’ve knowingly and unknowingly committed and I drown myself in remorse and resentment. This is a routine for me, everyday. Every single day. Sometimes minimal, but on days when I’m low, to an extent that I’m reduced to tears. I’d fake amazing strength and attitude on the outside, but inside I’d be broken and brittle. I’d go into a shell and stay incognito, just keeping to myself all day long. I’d keep interaction to zilch but peep out once in a while just to check if the world’s still intact. 

I know there are so many others out there who go through the same emotions as mine. Who go into a state of depression and get all worked up. Who blame themselves for everything that goes wrong. 

To all of you out there, and to myself too, here’s what I’d like to instill, strongly :

The ultimate truth is this.

Beyond everything else, you are God’s creation. Every bit of God’s creation is always beautiful. And God has always got a plan for you, for all of us. Something good, like light at the end of a dark tunnel. 
There’s no damage in this world that’s irreparable. Spare yourself that resentment and see what you can do to set things right. There’s​ nothing in this world that can’t be cured, only realise what’s wrong in time. Every bad experience has taught you something​ you’d remember for life, has made you stronger and has helped you emerge a better person.
And, there’s no one in this world that’s perfect. Perfection is overrated, exaggerated. Perfection is fiction. Imperfection is beautiful, plausible. Imperfection is real. Imperfection is what makes us human. So learn to love yourself with your flaws, with your loss, with your past. Just remember to ditch that baggage you keep carrying in your head. 
Love yourself for who you are, for who you have been, for who you will be. There’s absolutely no one like you. You are every bit special with your flaws, incredible in ways you can’t even manifest. Be the best version of you, always, be your first priority when you need to be and love who you are, with your imperfections, unabashedly.

Cheers! 💝

Great Expectations!

Yesterday, I yet again realised how sensitive I am, to words, to emotions, to situations, to people. To people who I think belong to me. It was just another normal conversation, but the over-thinking brain in me found something to worry about, as usual. 

After a series of texts and calls and conversations, and both of us became of wary ( I, of me, my friend, of me as well. What else?) I understood it was time to let go. To let go of the extremely fine thread of expectations I had. To let go of the hurt and the anger and the pain. To let go of the guilt and the misery and the doubt. 

I realised I can’t go about carrying a “Handle With Care” sign in this world, when I am the odd one out. Every emotion has to be mutual. I mean, it’s okay to sometimes take the first step when there are signs of reciprocation from the other end. But otherwise, there are extremely few occasions when the gesture is appreciated. And understood. And returned. Because, most of the time there is only turbulence, disappointment, awkwardness and emptiness. 

I find it easier to bring down my expectations than face the disappointment of them not being fulfilled. But now I’ll have to find ways to become less sensitive, because a) It sometimes become too much for people around me to handle, b) I don’t seem to be able to appreciate the lack of it in some, c) And sometimes it leaves a bad taste in people that it brings an emptiness in the equation I share with people – the pain of which I don’t seem to be able to handle.

Thank God for blogging though, I can pour out anything I’d want to express without any filter. And share my views without having to feel mortified about it.

Cheers!

Musical March – Day 21 💝

For today here I have 

1. Mahi Ve from Kal Ho Naa Ho

And

2. Maahi Ve from Highway ( This will always remain one of my top favorites )

Love 💝

Live!

Tough blows and miseries,

Will be gone like a breeze,

So, celebrate life, please!