12 Quotes, A day

12 Quotes, A day

Four amazing bloggers have nominated me for the 3 days quotes challenge. I have done it before (HERE) but as Ahmed Saiz asked so sweetly, I decided why not do it again. Thank you all very much for the nominations and I apologize for taking so long to do this.
I’m going to have to break the rules regarding this challenge by accepting all four nominations at once. Below is each of the nominee with three quotes as requested. Criminal minds is a series where every episode begins and ends with a quote/saying, so all of the quotes I’m sharing below are from criminal minds.

Ahmad Saiz: a writer Who is passionate about writing, his about page would confirm that.

1) When you look long into an abyss, the abyss looks into you.

2) It’s often said- there is no footprint too small to leave an imprint in this world.

3) The tragedy of this life is that no one is happy, whether stuck in a time of pain or Joy.

IshmaImroz: a proud muslimah who loves to express her thoughts with poetry

4) When love is in excess, it brings a man no honor nor worthiness.

5) We can easily forgive a child that is afraid of the dark, the real tragedy is when men are afraid of the light.

6) I choose my friends for their good looks, my acquaintances for their character and my enemies for their intellect.

Nimmi: who blogs at feeling soulmate where she writes about relationship and it’s aftermath In the form of poetry.

7) When a woman tells a man about her feelings, she doesn’t want him to fix her, she wants him to shut up and listen.

8) A woman must not depend on the protection of a man, she must be taught to protect herself.

9) It doesn’t matter who my father was, it matters who I remember he was.

Visionarie kindness: a poet at heart whose poetry is filled with inspiring words.

10) A dark soul can kill you quicker, far quicker than a germ.

11) Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, the glory in the flower; we will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.

12) Things are not always what they seem, the first appearance deceives many, the intelligence of a few precedes what has been carefully hidden. 

The image below is one I had promised a dear blogger, Fun Simplicity I was going to create.

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Now off to go read for my environmental studies test tomorrow. P.S looking forward to knowing which of the above quotes is your favorite.

On heartbreaks-

On heartbreaks-

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What was it like, she asked:
It was the soft drizzle,
Of rain-
Before a stormy weather;
It was the haunting
Silence-
Before rumbling thunder.
It was the knowing
Which comes-
Before a world comes undone.
The bitterness of coffee
Before-
It hits an ulcer.

It was all that I knew,
But regretted-
Ever knowing.
It was the rippling,
Of waves-
From a miniature pebble.
It was the puddle of rain,
Following-
A storm aftermath.
It was wanting
To retrace-
But all was said,
All was done.

The above image is courtesy of Pinterest

A Wallflower-

A Wallflower-

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It was the question she yearned,
For someone to ask;
It was the words left unsaid,
Which tugged at her heart;
It was the silence following,
An argument backed out of;
It was all the missed chances,
Of a girl, a wallflower.

It was the sacky eyes hidden,
Behind lush mascara;
It was the curve of her lips,
Upward despite anger;
It was the people leaving,
Without having closure;
It was all the days trials,
Which built up the wall around her.

It was the solitude she sought For,
In the arms of her father;
It was the tears that were wiped,
By the kiss of a mother;
It was the forehead In acquiescence,
With the law of the creator;
It was the littlest of things
That still kept a wallflower
Going, the littlest of things-
Which holds together, a wallflower.

Someone like you-

Someone like you-

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Show me- the parts of you,
Living in- the depth of wounds;
The scars hidden from all to see,
Show me your soul, your zeal to live-
For there is someone like you, in me.

Save the small talks and pleasantries,
Speak to me of- the thoughts that keep;
Those memories- which haunt your dreams,
The galaxies you’ll love to visit-
For there Is someone like you, in me.

When the miles, our worlds divide,
And vocalization wouldn’t suffice;
Read the words, with my heart I write,
And know Alone- you’ll never have to fight.
For there is someone like you..

The above image is courtesy of Missingjim.com

A speck of dust-

A speck of dust-

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To the boy I gave my heart….
It wasn’t your fault, I fell in love with you. It just happened, as all love do. I take the full blame for that. You had a gift of making the bitterest things taste like honey and the hopeless, feel like the duchess of England. You made a lady out of me and gave me the push to chase my dreams. You made me oblivious to the truth staring Bulls eyes in front of me. At the centre of it all, was “You”.

You needed a lady, and turned me Into one. You needed a trophy and pushed me to success. And there I was, thinking “oh, but he loves me”. And you did, you loved who I was turning into. You loved who I had become. But how couldn’t you, “you made me”.
I guess even a genius isn’t immune to Love’s trick.

And it took too long a time to realize the world revolved around one person in that mind of yours and that person was “You”, anything else was a speck of dust. I, was a speck of dust In your galaxy. A dust which had now evolved into a diamond, gleaming after your destruction. Some might call it success, but you still won didn’t you. You took along that piece of flesh enclosed within my rib cages when you left.

P.S a work of fiction .

The above image is courtesy of Those brown eyes.tumblr

Writer’s Quote: Erin Hanson

Writer’s Quote: Erin Hanson

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And then, there are writers like Erin Hanson. She is a twenty year old Australian (according to google) with hands that weave magic in form of poetic words. I initially came across her works on Pinterest and noticed her initials were E.H . I automatically assumed they meant “Ernest Hemmingway” due to the wisdom and flawlessness of her words. I was quite impressed by Hemmingway, for walking in the skin of a girl and writing from the female point of view for a lot of the poems. Turns out, it was actually written by a female named Erin.

Erin Hanson is one of the few modern poets I enjoy, a second is lang Leav. Every single one of her poems, leaves a message with me. When I hit that dry spell of writing, her words are an inspiration. I find myself thinking, it’d be nice to be as good as her; plus another bonus, she rhymes. If you’ve written poetry before, you’d know it’s not an easy feat to make complete sense, all the time, and still rhyme. Erin Hanson makes it work and I admire her for that.
She has also released a book titled: “The Poetic Underground” which is available on Amazon. Without further adieu, after talking the talk, here’s a poem of hers to walk the talk.

You can write for hours on hours,
Of all the things you wish you could be,
But the truth of the matter is simple,
People are not poetry,
And I know that you wish you weren’t awkward,
That sweet words could roll right off your tongue,
But your time here’s too short just to worry,
How each single sentence is strung,
It’s okay to be rough round the edges,
To be bruised up and broken and scarred,
But it’s not okay to let people tell you,
That it’s a reason to change who you are,
Your hair doesn’t always seat nicely,
The way a poem sits so neatly on line,
And sometimes you might feel like a word,
That nobody has learnt to define,
You might not be a star that lights darkness,
Or a bird that can teach us to soar,
But it’s okay, because you’re too complex,
To be crammed into one metaphor,
It’s okay not to know what you’re doing,
Since your feelings don’t have to all rhyme,
Though a poem once complete is eternal,
You have the freedom to change over time,
You’re much more than can ever be written,
There is no title to say, “This is me”,
You can’t be trapped in the lines of a notebook,
Because people are not poetry.

This post is In response to Writers Quote Wednesday, hosted by Silver Threading.

Of love and regrets-

Of love and regrets-

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And I let you go,
Do I regret it, No-
Except for the days the sunrises
And the nights the stars fall;
And the moment a thick cloud gathers
And the sight of a red golf;
And the diner across my apartment
And the scent of lavender plush;
And the moments your memories flash black
Like a blackout, clouding my neurons.

Regrets are part of a life lived
And your dreams demanded your call;
And I chose with all of my valor,
To give into what you want.
Was a month, then two, then silence
I knew for a fact- we were done.
And my heart beats just a little faster-
For your dream- was never me all along.

day 5 of October Poetry Writing Month. The prompt: capture a relationship or a feeling. Don’t just tell it, show it. 

IMAGE CREDIT: Beverly Tan

Of a broken heart…

Of a broken heart…

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And she wondered how one heals, from a broken heart. What if the pieces flutter to a far away land? What if the holes burnt deep, fibrous and scar? What If the saying was right, love lost can’t be back? Under the glistening moon, her reflection stared back. And the memories storm bringing moist to her eyes. And she cursed at herself for falling for a man, whose heart was incapable of loving back.

And she wondered how one heals from a broken heart? How a one sided love could make one feel alive? How a person could crush her without even trying? How she broke all her rules falling for that one wrong guy? How reality could be, so cruel to her side? How she knew but didn’t say No the very first time? How she let her heart lead her straight to it’s down fall? How all shades of wrong could feel so right at the same time?

The face in the river, she didn’t recognize. She yearned for the innocence of her past life; where love was a stranger and her heart was intact; life dealt her a blow from which she still shuddered. She fell for an angel, in the blink of an eye; forgetting every coin has got two sides. Now she sits at the bank wondering, how to heal from a broken heart.

IMAGE CREDIT: deviantArt.com

Writers Quote: being a writer

Writers Quote: being a writer

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The past few weeks took it’s toll on me, in a good way. I felt something I haven’t felt before, it was magical to say the least; unexpected and wonderful. I’ve always said I love to write but this time, it was different. I sit at a table, tea In hand and I feel it in every nerve cell in my body, that Joy which I’ve only ever read about. That in-depth passion which some writers talk about- I actually felt it. And it’s an amazing feeling.

I’ve spent the last two weeks smiling and thanking God for the gift of writing. For the first time, I feel in tune with writing- like it’s something, I never want to live without. There is a point in every writer’s life where they know for a fact, there is no going back from writing. I feel I have reached that stage, and If not, then this is a start for me.

This feeling, it’s not a burst of inspiration where you feel like you can go on days writing. It’s writing a brief piece, reading it back and smiling, feeling contented. It’s a tree of Joy sprouting within as you read every word appearing on the screen/paper and at that moment, you know, this writing- you can’t stop it even if you wanted to. And as tight as your schedule is, you make time for it. You make time for writing cause you know, you are a writer. That’s all there is to it.

This is my submission for Silver Threading’s writer’s quote Wednesday. You are welcome to participate with a writers quote which you find inspiring. The more, the merrier, just click on the link above.

Letting go…

Letting go…

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Let it go, they said. Like it’s just some patch on the sleeves of a shirt which would come off after a date with the detergent. But they were wrong, once again. They said we wouldn’t last, we did. They said, our meeting was a glitch in time but it wasn’t, was it? you had planed it all- the accident, the friendship, it was all a game to you. A game I fell in deeply and blindly for. A game that played me rather than the other way round. And here they are again, urging me to just let it go. But how can I? You broke my heart more than anyone could, you toyed with my soul like a kid in the zoo, but still I can’t let you go. And they wouldn’t understand… Nah, they wouldn’t get it even if their lives depended on it.

How do I explain to them that the girl who destroyed me was the same one who watched me at night bleed through my wrist but smiled and gave me a hug saying, I’ll still be with ya tomorrow.
How do I tell that the girl who betrayed my trust was the only one who visited me day after day when I was entered into the facility; that she was the one who boosted my courage and gave me the strength to face life and chase it with a different face and perception.

Yes she broke me, but she also taught me the way to build myself back up. The old me would have crumpled up after the betrayal, but the new me, she’s wading through the storms, slowly, steadily. How do I let go of someone who meant so much to me at some point in my life. I guess, life isn’t a straight line as we are taught, it’s filled with lots of curves and corners. Time heals everything they say, let’s see if they are right this time because even though the wounds are all scarred up, it still burns like it was just yesterday.