Happiness!

So weak, so hollow.
Surrounded by people,
embraced by loneliness.
I walk with trembling feet,
towards a path not destined.

My hands are cold,
skin is pale.
Heart pumping to let me live.

My thoughts are unhinged,
and the brain is numb.
My arms empty,
with no meaning, no satisfaction,
happiness!

Your Life, The Book!

One’s life is…well it’s Life! Your journey towards eternity! It’s how you have lived with people and what all you have done, before you become a mere memory! Many people write their biographies; a long long essay of what their life has been all about. Whether it has been a smooth one or a roller coaster ride? Or maybe something else that only they themselves can describe well. It’s a story which they want the whole wide world to know about them. They weave their lives with words into a book.

Had my life been a book, it would have been a pretty nasty one. Considering the bi-polar (during that time of the month) crazy freak that I am, my autobiography would be like mixing mango’s sourness and a plum’s sweetness together. If you know what I mean!

I want to write my own biography, but C’mon someone else writing it for you is quite exciting as they interpret your life your way but with a subtle hint of their perception. So, I would have loved it if Shakespeare could write my biography for me!

Not just the fact that he’s the father of Literature; he is also a very romantic writer. He wrote Romeo and Juliet! Though I wouldn’t want him to kill me before becoming one with my beloved, I would go bonkers if he wrote for me. My Oh-So-Charming would become a little more handsome and I would be the woman with beauty and there would be a subtle hint of poetic awesomeness in air wherein our love would be like renaissance for all the romantic people out there.

Mine love would be like the unicorn, pure and my lover shall say to myself, “Thou art mine” and I shall embrace him with all the affection that I have. Just imagine if these lines would have been a part of my biography! Awesome it would have been, isn’t it?

Well, Shakespeare can’t come alive, not anytime anon. Not to write my biography at least. I had to come up with a name. I had to find my person. So, I thought my best friend could be a good choice to leave with the responsibility to write my biography! He’s a nice person. Just a little annoying, like all the best friends usually are but really cool. He’s been with me in almost all the crazy mad things that I have done, or at least he gets to know the whole story, uncensored. He’s not a writer though. Initially I thought it would be difficult for him to elaborate through words, but then he can always draw! In fact, he will only draw! My book will become an art version of my life! Detailed illustrations of how I fall on the road while walking, even if it’s completely dry or how I manage to be completely contradictive to the points I was fighting over after every five sentences I say in an argument. I believe it might become a little too embarrassing for me, but it will make everyone laugh so I think I can settle there. I shall leave in my will for him to illustrate my biography. He won’t otherwise. Artists are pretty lazy.

Uh, if someone wants to volunteer themselves, they can. What about you Sakshi and Sid? Will you guys write it for me? I wouldn’t mind some humor and satire in there too. I do am mean at times!

For me, I am just wondering will it be possible to write after I die. Like I wish for some ‘The Times of Heaven’ or some ‘The Hell Times’ to be up there. Well, advertising will be too much to ask for!



[Written for WordPress Daily Prompts : 365 Writing Prompts. The prompt for today was – Your Life, The Book - From a famous writer or celebrity, to a WordPress.com blogger or someone close to you — who would you like to be your biographer?]

MIRROR MIRROR

When I look into the mirror,

I see a girl,
Smiling back at me. 

With a hope in her eyes, she beholds the dream of a new world.

Where there would be no barriers, no limitations and no differences. 

Envisaging a world yet to be born!

When I look into the mirror,

I see a Superhero.

Waiting to discover his powers. Wanting to unleash them and make us rid of the
mistakes made by the owners of authority.

Waiting to correct the wrong and make it right. With a little chutzpah, being stupid but being the hero we all need!

When I look into the mirror,
I see my life.

A vision which excites me and gives me a strange pleasure.

I see people around me. Those who I see my life with.
Those with whom I share memories of laughter and sorrow. Of joy and despair.

When I look into the mirror,

I see myself.

A crazy woman with more than a thousand questions in her head.

Naïve inquisitiveness about everything that is happening around. A very strange desire for change and a need for inspiration.

When I look into the mirror,
I see a world.
Unseen by many. 

I say this because that is my imagination. My space.
A place where there is no place for being discontent.

A place where you can run wild and carefree.

When I look into the mirror,

I see this all.

And I see a dream for all of it to become true.


Written for Project 365.
Guest Author's Prompt; 'Mirror Mirror'.