When I was a baby, barely born, I remember the touch of your hands against my skin,
Holding me, cooing at me, smiling and laughing,
Giving me raspberries on my stomach, that changed the bitterest of tears to the sweetest smile,I remember your experienced hands lifting me in the air and whirling me around,
I remember falling asleep in your arms every night,
It was magic daddy, the moments that we spent together.
Every mistake I made, you never reprimanded me,
Just held my hand and taught me to do the right thing always,
What I am today, it’s all thanks to you, daddy,
I have a million things to thank you for,
A million things that have moulded me.
Thank you for making me the voracious reader that I am,
Thank you for being my walking talking dictionary,
Thank you for making me smile when I was upset,
Thank you for teaching me badminton and playing with me every evening,
Thank you for making me realise how lucky I am to have you.
Thank you for having faith in me when I doubted myself,
Thank you for forgiving my mistakes no matter how grave,
Thank you for telling me that I’m special and that I deserve the best,
Thank you for giving me the best education that any parent could give,
Thank you for loving me the way you do.
When I say that I love you daddy, it doesn’t encompass my feelings,
For you I could do anything, sacrifice anything... everything even
And yet I’d always be indebted to you for sixteen years of pure unadulterated joy,
Thank you for having brought me into this world,
And shielding me from the pain it inflicted on me,
Thank you daddy, and I love you.
Here's to the best Dad in the World <3
A World of Fantasy
I’m living in a world of fantasy
Of make believe tales,
Where fairies exist & hearts don’t break,
Where people don’t deceive
& tears don’t exist.
Don’t break my bubble yet,
Let me live this lie tonight,
Cause I’m not yet ready to open my eyes
To the bitter truth,
To a world of hate & lies.
My eyes don’t see what you do
Behind my back,
My heart only hears the sweet words
That you whisper in my ear,
Not the venom you spew when I’m not here.
I’m naive, innocent, impressionable,
Better than being deceptive,
Better than burning people’s passion
With the rage of bitter words,
Better than breaking hearts.
I only ask of you to leave me be in my world,
Where white is white & black is black,
Without the shades of grey,
Where I can look into your eyes,
& know that you mean what you say.
The Girl In The Mirror
Looking into your eyes, I realised what I am,
I realised what it is to breathe without fearing that I’ll be asphyxiated
I realised what it is to smile without fearing the world
I realised what I am, the real me, the one I used to be
I touched your face
And the hope that surged through me made me believe in myself
In yesterday, today and tomorrow
I’m not scared of the girl in the mirror
I know who she is, I can look through the facade she tries to put up
And tell her that she doesn’t need to pretend because she’s perfect the way she is.
That girl in the mirror might not be perfect, but she doesn’t wish to be
That girl in the mirror is irrational, but logic fails her,
That girl in the mirror believes in love, despite love having betrayed her,
That girl in the mirror has hope and no one can take that away from her.
She doesn’t care what the world thinks of her,
She doesn’t know if she’s right or wrong,
She doesn’t know what her future holds,
She can’t change her past
But she lives today, she loves today
She wants to make today perfect so that tomorrow, her yesterday will be a memory to cherish,
She’s scared sometimes,
And she wishes she has someone to hold her when she becomes weak,
But she doesn’t hope for anyone to save her, she’s only got herself.
She sees life the way she wants to,
She’s different and she knows it,
Being different scares her sometimes, but she’s learnt to love herself for who she is,
The world looks at her, they hate her, but they want to be like her
They want to love themselves, they want to live for today,
They want to be carefree, they want to believe in themselves,
But they can’t because they’re scared of themselves,
They’re scared of the person they might be, instead of the clones that they are.
She laughs at her own jokes, her mirth is contagious,
She wants to see her friends happy and she wants to be the reason for their smile,
She wants someone to see her, the way she sees herself,
She wants someone to love her unconditionally,
She wants someone to look at the world through her eyes,
She wants someone who can stand in her shoes and say he would’ve done the same thing,
She wants someone who will accept her for the person she is,
She won’t force you to be like that but will love you for being like that.
She’s fantasy and she’s reality,
She’s the sun and she’s the moon,
She’s dusk and she’s dawn,
She’s loved and she loves,
She’s yesterday and she’s tomorrow, but most importantly, she’s today.
That girl in the mirror has seen tears, of joy and despair,
That girl in the mirror has seen pain
And that girl in the mirror has seen all the wounds heal, some soon, some seemingly indelible,
That girl in the mirror has seen everything,
Every wound has made her stronger,
Every tear has made her believe in herself, has made her love herself,
Every betrayal has made her that someone that she wants.
That girl in the mirror has seen it all,
She’s healing and she’s stronger than before –
That girl in the mirror is me.
Hi, It's Me =D
As on 9th June, 2009 [12 26AM]
This is my third attempt at a blog & I'm determined to make it successful this time 'round =).
I, like my other friend Adhishree, have this annoying quirk of getting a sudden urge to pen down random thoughts, mostly likely at places where I'd have no writing instruments. Inspiration is momentary & if that inspiration is not frozen into a frame, it's going to flow away & then I'd have to wait for another surge of inspiration, a very erratic phenomena. Take for example now! I feel the need to write an introductory blog cuz I want to make this blog a success but since it's 12 20 AM, my mother-dearest will commence her constant nagging to switch off the laptop, resulting in an absolute waste of my creative flow & inspiration. Ah, here we go again. She commenced. Predictable much? Yes, I think. Woes of an aspiring writer? Yes, totally.
There's no direction to this post really, just one of my ramblings, but my ramblings provide a much deeper insight to what I really am than any of those structured, well-thought out posts.
As on 9th June, 2009 [01 59PM]
Okay, ignore the fact that I have been liberally using the phrase "creative flow" uptill now. Makes me sound really stuck up no? Sorry =P! I mean, my inspiration - there, that sounds much more like the aspiring writer that I am =P. Okay, so I'm freaking bored & it's freaking hot - I think I'm going to evaporate =(! Argh. I really should shut up now =P. So much for a good first impression. I think I'll leave you with a few basic facts about me -
Age - 16, going on 17
Birthdate - 8th October
Favourite colours - Purple, silver & black
Favourite cartoon - Spongebob <3 [he frikkin' rules \m/]
Things I like - Writing; Singing; Reading; Listening to music; Dancing; Learning languages; Behaving really crazy; Talking shit =); Making up words; Hanging out with my friends<3; Being stupid =P; The Rainnn <3; Snow =); Hearts; Stars; Love =); Friends <3 & of course, my Family =D
Things/people I dislike - Disloyalty; Hypocrisy; People making me wait [& yet I make exceptions for some idiots =P]; Liars; Good friends gone bad =(; The colour yellow; The heat =(; Relationships; Boys who talk dirty =O
& that's it for now, please keep checking out my blog cuz I'll update it with new poems & writings =)
Thanks,
Love,
Yours truly =).
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