Emotions · Poetry



The pale walls,
The filthy curtains,
Dirty floor,
Unmade bed.
I shrink in the corner,
With tear stained cheeks,
Alert,I sit.
Crashing noises reach me through the cracked window.
I flung myself into the closet,
Sit, peaking through the gap.
Silently I pray.
Hoping,not to be found,
I wait in my sanctuary…




Should I be worried?!

A few hours back,I took this quiz for fun, which would determine that out of the MEAN GIRLS characters,which one am I .My result came out to be quite shocking.I am most similar to…Regina George?
Even though I know that this isn’t actually significant in any way,it got me thinking.

It says that I’m on top of foodchain.Or whatever.
Well, I dunno about that.I mean I have loads of friends and acquaintances,but that’s all that we all are.Friends with each other.That doesn’t put anybody on ‘top’. *eyeroll*
▪Secondly,I, apparently, always get my way.No matter how.
That’s not true.*indignant huff*
I don’t do any such thing!(not much, I swear!) 😛
▪Next:People fear me.And I like it.
Well that’s kind of true.People do fear me.But not in the way you people are probably thinking.Gosh!I’m not a baby-eating monster for God’s sake.
Lol.That sounds funny even in my head.
But well yeah.I am kind of fearful.See,the thing is,I’m unpredictable. No one can predict my reactions to situations or whatever.No one. And as we’ve heard many times before,
unpredictability is frightening.Anything unknown,terrify them.So,they think before saying shit in front of me.And it’s not like I get violent or something.But I am short-tempered. That I won’t deny.And I love it this way.
▪Lastly,it says I am a born leader.
Yeah,I, sort of, have been leading since I was a kid.Doesn’t matter that it was just my friends’ group,I have always loved to lead.I hate the notion of following.I am not comfortable with following orders,people or whatever.I mean I don’t have any issues in taking orders from someone with authority.But if someone who doesn’t have enough power to order me around,but who still tries to do so,infuriates me to no end.But that queen bee thing is bull.

Oh my god!I started with the idea that all this is not significant and is untrue.But,well,I have unknowingly proved that it is,infact,kind of true. Well whatever come may,I started writing this post because I felt like getting my views about it all out in the open when I firmly believed it all to be untrue.And now I know for a fact that there sure is truth here.

That’s the thing with life.We go about a different path with a different goal in mind and end up achieving a completely different goal than the one we had planned.
It’s unpredictable.Just like I am.
I love this unpredictability.
I love it all.




Would you really want to know?
Would you really want to know?

I completed this novel titled “when” in the wee hours of the morning.It is about a girl who sees people’s deathdates hovering on their foreheads.At first she doesn’t realise what the black digits mean.But when her father dies on the exact date which she sees on his forehead,she realises what “gift” she has been “blessed” with.
The story is a crime thriller which I couldn’t help but complete in one go.The mystery kept me hooked. But even though I loved the book,there was a part of me which was kind of afraid, and that’s saying something because not many things frighten me,you know.But yes,there was a nagging voice at the back of my mind.
I wasn’t actually terrified of the story.It was the theme.I mean,I logically know that no such thing is possible.But still, it got me thinking. Long after I completed the novel,I was lying in my bed pondering over this thought, that if,say someone could actually predict your last day,would you want to know?Would that make you feel better, knowing your deathdate beforehand?I guess,some people might feel that it would be better, so that they could prepare.Mentally,Emotionally,Physically.
But, maybe,just maybe,it would be better that you know nothing of the sort?You continue to live in that sweet,sweet oblivion and one day,WHAM, you go,unexpectedly.
This is actually something which,I guess, if not many,atleast a few people must have given a thought.Ofcourse it would be awesome to know some dates of significance.Happy dates.The book ends at such a note.The protagonist sees happy dates.

But the question remains the same.
Would you want to know when the last day of your existence would be?
           Would you like to live in oblivion?