Easy. Not.

The eyes with the smushed kohl,
The heart that swore not to fall.
The crimson of the sky that's slowly going away,
The broken promise he made saying, he'll stay.
Things change every now and then,
Sometimes you have no answers to what how and when.

Some memories stay longer than they should,
You put life into things. Otherwise, the bed is just wood.
It's summers, of course you cannot avoid tan,
Why say, "I promise to be more than I am."
Nobody can be more they are,
It's somewhat like the way you can never touch a star.

Giving up is easy.
Overcoming the feeling of not trying is not.
Loosing hope is easy.
Overcoming the feeling of being a coward is not.
Moving on is easy.
Letting go of what you love is not.

But hey kid,"that's just life. And it's going to happen all the time."

DuckU.

Dear best friend,

There was a time when you used to be one of the only four people I counted as my friends in school.

And 7 years later,

You are still one of the only four people I call friends.

It’s weird to be very honest, but it’s okay.

It’s okay because you make life dhinkachika.

Whether it’s about singing stupid songs in bad voices out loud, or it’s about clicking amazing displays for each other, or it’s about making sex jokes on debit what comes in credit what goes out, or it’s about trying not to laugh when people say wrong English or it’s about cooking amazing food for you {Raises collar} or it’s about you cooking me Maggie or it’s about making birthday gifts together or it’s about sitting on the terrace like hippies and having deep conversations, or it’s about getting angry on small things, or it’s about going out with good clothes and clicking ever so amazing selfies or it’s about updating pictures on instagram with hash-tags that say, “Dick” all the time.

You have made each one of these things stupid and special.

From the times when you were one of the only four I used to share my food with in school to the times when mom sends and extra parantha for you.

From the times when special assemblies in school meant you would bring Oyes! and Crax-Mattar, to the times when special assemblies means that we are not going to go to school.

From the times when you used to call me Taneja to the times when you’re basically called a dick.

From the times when getting pictures clicked with each other was an activity persuaded only on Children’s Day and school trips to the time when selfies are mandatory while using the lift.

From the time when birthdays meant yummy food to the times when birthday means “you’re ass is going to get fucked up”.

That’s how much life is changed.

We’ve seen each other being fat cows and hot bitches to fat cows yet again and it’s okay. I like you anyway.

I really can’t say much except the fact that I love you.

I don’t  know why but life without you is not the same at all. And thank god for the fight for making me realize that. You have to be forever, man. Because you’re a MAJOR , irreplaceable, part of my world and I don’t know how I am going to find another dick who knows what I’m going to say before I can even think it.

Just so you don’t get angry, the letter’s in the photo frame. I didn’t wanted the others to see it.

Toodles, bitch.

And and, Tadpole loves her duck. <3

Yes, you can Duck yourself now. :*

5 Lessons Of My Life For Yours. =D

And well it's been a long while since I've talked here.
Yes, I have been posting poetry and stuff but honestly, I myself don't understand any of my poems when I read them again so lets just go back to my way.

Now, today I'm going to talk about anything and everything.
First things first, I have been really okay lately.

Now, I'm in 11th so yes, senior swag B)
Keeping that apart, it has brought in a lot of responsibilities. Well, only studying, but that's so big that I can literally use it in plural and it won't sound wrong.
I mean, suddenly, there's so much to study and yes, I am going to blame it all to our oh-so-lovely education system.
But today, I am not going to talk about that.

Now, it's been three or four years since I've actually had a life. I mean earlier, I just used to live in this different world I can't even put in words. So whatever, these three four years, I've learnt a lot.
{Not that I'm all matured and grown up now. That's not going to happen for another two years, I think.}
But whatever I've learnt, I am going to tell you all today. [ I cannot possibly list all of them, but I will try to list down the first 10 which come to my mind. ]

1. Reading doesn't mean reading novels, at all! Believe it or not, reading is way more than books. And I own at least a 100 novels and I have read only 25 of them only because those are the only ones worth reading. And hey hey hey, don't you doubt my choice of books. All 100 of them are best sellers. But then, there's nothing in those 75 that would make them a best seller. Yes, most English teachers at school are going to tell you to read books to improve your language but no, don't listen to them. You don't like long and thick novels?  Give them away. Start reading short stories. Watch your favorite cartoons in English. [Tata sky laga daala toh life jhingalala.] If you're a teeanger, start watching some TV show. Catch it on Star World or just download the whole damn season. [Torrent zindabad, man.]
Start blogging for god sake. Follow some good blogs about stuff you like and read them if the title's catchy.
Do not cling to books if you're not the person for commitment. Read any article you like, read biographies of people you are inspired of. Whenever you use Google, use the news section to improve your GK. Why make it a responsibility?
Make it fun. That's what I have done, at least.

2. Do not get attached to people. That's not what you do! Not in your teenage years, at least. Honestly, not even half of the people you have right now are going to be there for you, three years down the line. Keep crazy friends and do stupid things together and get drunk and smoke up or whatever. But do not get attached. That's where the fun turns into love and congratulations, you're fucked. Do not even keep best friends. You both are going to tell each other everything and then somebody or anybody is going to influence the either one and you're friendship is going to fall apart, Hallelujah!
Be it boys, be it jealousy, be it bitching or anything. Hormones are going to act up all the time. Something or the other is going to ruin it. So it's better if you don't care.And if you still keep caring, one day you're going to end up like...

Personal experience! :P

3. In times of trouble, leave it to the universe. [Jo hoyega, dekha jayega]
When something bad happens and you don't know what to do, leave it to the universe. Things are going to work out on their own. Even if they don't, who cares? It'll pass out. Remember : The only thing bad time and good time have in common is that they both change. So don't loose your temper all twist your curls with your finger or bite your nails when you're worried. The universe will handle it for you.
That's what it does for me, anyway!

4.If it's really love, it's going to take more than six months to move on.

Yes, honey. First of all, every second cute guy you talk to at tuition and go out with is not the love of your life. So,enough with the "LOML" hash tags already! I mean, love at first sight is more believable for god sake.
And and and, do not date a guy if you've only known him a month. It takes more than that to judge people. {This is coming from personal experience so you might as well take that down.} The rule is : First you get to know each other. And then, you add the forever. 
And not to forget, what happens after the relationship.
Now according to the bro code, {HIMYM may be over but Stinson is never going to be!} you take half the time of the time period you dated to move on.
But as far as I understand the idea of love, you do not move on. You can date another guy or girl but you do not stop loving you ex. I mean, if you didn't mean that forever, why did you promise it in the first place?
I know, things don't work out sometimes and you HAVE to call if off. The relationship can end but love ka the end? Oh no honey, that's just Bollywood.
Again, do not make promises you can't keep.

So since I'm really lazy to upload those photos, here's a song so you get what I want to say,,

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2phxcITRsaY


5. Not having the basic needs of the generation is an okay thing. Even if you don't have a phone, you can still survive in this world being a teen. I mean, there's more to the world than that. So what if you cannot call people whenever you like? Now you won't take meeting them for granted. So what if you cannot Whatsapp late at night? Facebook gives free messages too AND the sticker's are cooler. WAYY COOLER!
So what if you cannot snap-chat?
Webcam selfies are way more cuter and they let you edit your picture with friggin' snowfall!

{P.s. : I just noticed that the word, "Selfie" is still not recognized and is considered a wrong spelling. Come on Google, you got to remain updated! }

So whatever, having a phone might turn out to be the best thing ever sometimes. The best part's obviously going to be that your folks can't call you to find out where you are.


Well, that's it for today. I would talk but man, school has to screw over every time.
Anyways, as for now, exams are round the corner. So the most needed advice for everybody is to study and score well. That has a high of it's own and it's certainly better than coffee and cigarettes.

All the best peeps,
And,
Tadaaaaaa.
-WISH.

Stolen.

The messed up hair.
The silence that was there.
The window that's always closed.
The drawer that has a rose.

The locket with the broken chain.
The scars that no more give pain.
The nails that never seem to grow.
The tears her eyes won't show.

The lips that went untouched.
The perfect plans they fucked.
The arms that didn't take him in.
The moments she wondered, "where has he been?"

Everything that went broken.
The hearts that were stolen.
They've parted ways now.
She's a changed person without a doubt. 

But it's okay really. 
The season's going to change again.
And after the interval, her story begins.

Soon.

The sun's so bright,
But it doesn't feel so right.
The end's maybe here,
I'm screaming but there's no one to hear.

It's okay to feel alone.
It's okay to be lost.
Feels like loosing your favourite top,
Even before wearing it once.

How bad it could be in the end?
What's the use of calling these people, "friends"?
They don't even deserve to have you,
With or without them, the night's still going to turn blue.

You don't care. That's what you're going to show them anyway.
No, not again. You're not going to ask them to stay.
It's going to be okay soon,
The storm's going to be over. And then we'll have monsoon.

So much to say.

The water is running down the window,
Leaving back it's imprints, singing a song,
Like it has something to say.

The ceiling has something to say too.
The fan goes round and round, singing another song she doesn't understand. 

Shutting it all out. The clock sings another song.
Another poem. Another message. 

The world has so much to say.
Every person with a different story to tell.
Every story with a different feeling to show.
Every feeling with a different emotion to see.

I had a story too.
My silence sings a song too.
If only someone could hear it. 
There's a secret I keep, only if someone could know it.

Sundayy.

11th Standard.
A quarter of it is over and I don't know where the time went.
Back in 10th, when I used to crib about how CCE sucks and how much I want to get into 11th, everybody older used to say the same thing, "You don't want to get into 11th. It is going to turn you into a whole new person, you won't be able to even recognize."

I don't know how much I've changed in four months. I don't know who I'm going to meet when I look in the mirror the next time.
You know why?
Because I don't have the time for it. I don't have time to think what's wrong and what's right. I don't have the time to miss people who are gone. I don't have the time to pause everyday and ask myself that one question I  used to ask myself everyday, "Is this how I want my life to be?"

The whole week literally goes like the water runs down in a river.
Monday to Saturday, I feel like I'm the busiest person in the world who has so much to do that she doesn't even remember what she had for breakfast.
But then, Sundays come back to remind me of what I am.
Every Sunday takes forever to get over. No matter how much I try to make it fun, I cannot.
Sundays always suck.

Every Sunday, I get up, go to tuition for the Sunday economic test and come back home.
I make a plan for an outing with some girlfriends and it's usually over by six.
Then starts something I dread the entire week.
I have some time to myself.
No, I don't like that anymore. I don't know what to do so there's only one thing I do. THINK.
And that sucks. I don't want to think. Because then, there are so many things I hate, so many things I miss.
So many things I look past the whole week.
Things like, chocolate.
Things like, old friends.
Thing like, having a boyfriend.
Things like, hanging out with my best friends.

There are so many things I have been missing out on. So many things I love to do, but forget.
Like writing, poetry, reading, dancing.
So yeah, 11th sucks.
You have so much that you should do that you're going to end up forgetting what you want to do.
Don't do that to yourself. Obviously, studies are important. They are always going to be important. But, nothing in life is ever going to be as important as you are.
I'm not going to be like the rest of the crowd. I am not going to be like people who loose their identity along the way.

I am going to remember who I am. You should too.
Because all of us, are worth remembering. :)

WISH.