She's the forgotten one

the one who always gets left behind

the one living in the shadows,

praying and hoping that somebody notices her

she's hiding but not on purpose, that's just her nature

she's looking for a way out, but the only way in,

is if someone comes to her rescue

she won't feel the need to hide anymore

but she also doesn't want to be someones second choice

she's been down that road more than once

she's waiting for her knight in shining armor

and until he comes, she'll stay deep in the shadows,

alone and forgotten

Why pass a test

when you can

pass away.

This is the pain I felt when someone insultd, scolded and acused me for something I didn’t do. Now, the pain he feels is worse. Much worse. What goes around will come back to you. So in the start itself

don’t

do it.

Don’t hurt someone cause

Karma

never looses an address.

The pain they feel will make you

endure the pain

in the

worst

way.

Dear Diary

I am writing this after watching Lady Bird.

It makes me feel how sometimes I am ungrateful to my mother for all what she does. But dude teenage is this tsunami of emotions. I feel stuck in a quagmire.

I could relate to the protogonist so well. The time when she said that what if it's the best version of her, I felt like my inner voice telling it. My mother is a person who never shows love for me. I mean she won't appreciate my achievements. Because she knows that she wants the best version of me. I also run behind my dreams and somewhere unknowingly my decisions hurt others. I am not selfish. If I am then I am sorry mum. I understand all the problems. I also care about everyone's feelings. I also accept how stubborn I am. I love the way I am.

It's just that I don't have a way to show my love for you. I agree I shout at you, sometimes scream, misbehave. FIGHT?! I AM SENSITIVE?! It's all a way?! To show my love.

I don't know if you will find this page of my diary. But if you then I am sorry and a heartful thanks for raising me... raising a girl like me. It's a big job I say. Thanks!

~Samina, 3.28 AM 31 August 2020

The silence endowed a fear in me, I quickened my steps. Suddenly, I heard the sound of spooky anklets nearing me, a large ominous shadow following me. A shiver went down my spine yet I turned back, surprised and my pupil expanded.

A cow with anklets was following me.

1. We aren’t writers we are translators

We translate feelings into words. Writing is the language of the heart or soul.

2. I am so busy in achieving everything I want. I fear if I forget to live this life. We don’t have a restart option and before my game gets over I wish to do everything I dream of.

3. We spent our whole life being perfect in someone’s eyes. Perfection doesn’t exist. We are meeting society’s standards though we don’t know who set them.

4. We are confined by our own thoughts and fears.

5. Sometimes I feel I am not weird. Maybe the rest of the people are weird so in their eyes, I seem to be weird.

6. Life is an infinite ending ring. It gets back to where you were once. 

7. It’s terrifying how I am breathing and I am alive. Constantly repeating the sentence I am alive makes me question my existence.

8. There are millions of people in this world. Who is going to remember me if I die?

9. Romantic relationships are way too overrated. Love is so pure and sometimes it’s all about human bonds. Few people make you believe in friendship and love back again.

Running

Running

I am running from reality

I stand here panting 

All drained of energy

I am still running

Running 

Running

Away from reality

Some questions are better unanswered

And I don't have an answer

So I am running 

away from truth 

Running

Running

Away from myself, I have disguised myself 

So as not to be caught

This fake disguise won't last long

So I am running

Running  

Running

Society judges on superficial 

It bothers my soul

I don't think I need to answer their questions

I need to remove my mask 

Show my real face I need to face the bitter truth

I need to stop running from myself

ღ. wasn’t a

heart l

ღ w

Her a

y

s

::so::

g

o

l

d

&

p

u

r

e

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

It

::::simply::::

was

tried,

(again and again)

by

fire,

▂▃▅▇█▓▒░in the fiery furnace░▒▓█▇▅▃▂

called

LIFE.

She

:::::simply:::::

emerged

brighter.

stronger.

purer.

Not cynical.

Or jaded.

☆:*´¨`*:.•.¸¸.•´¯`•.♥ She was merely refined. ♥.•´¯`•.¸¸.•..:*´¨`*:.☆

From

.: : ...’..:

:.;.‘dust.:.;’.

: : .‘:’ .: ’.; : :

to

⋆ ✧✵　 + · 　 ✧ .

+ ☆ *　✵ * ⋆.☄

★ * gold. * ★

* . *　✦ +

☆ ° ✧　 · ✵ *

(And that’s the girl I wanna be.)

~Ernaline, 22.08.20