It’s Al-ways about you

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You’re going to realize it someday- that your happiness was never about your job, your degree or being in a relationship and having all things perfect in life. Happiness was never about following in the footsteps of those who came before you. Happiness wasn’t turning yourself into what others wanted and it will never be. You will understand someday that happiness was always about following your heart and listening to yourself.

One day, you will see what it’s like to listen to your body and go where it chooses to go. Happiness was always about being kinder to yourself and loving you for you. Happiness is and will always be about loving every scar in your body and picturing it as perfection. Happiness is knowing that your body is perfection at its finest and knowing that every battle you fought within your head or outside it, made you who you are now. Happiness is travelling the road that you want to take to make yourself feel good. Happiness is taking long showers with yourself and singing along to the rhythm of the water falling.

Happiness is pushing away the people who make you feel like you are worth nothing because you are so much more than you know. It’s about cutting off those who tell you there are limits to what you can achieve. You are the balloon and there will always be stones holding you back. But happiness is about cutting the strings tying you to the stones and knowing that you are better off without them.

I hope that someday you will be able to look in the mirror and not want to change a thing and that is when you know that you have learned to accept you as you. You’re going to see someday how it is always about you and how it’s going to stay that way if you just learn to accept your flaws and love yourself. Remember, that in the end it is always happiness that comes first and it’s not just any happiness, YOUR happiness. Happiness was and will always be about learning to live with yourself, that your happiness was never in the hands of others. it was always about you. It had always been about you.

~ anoushka and asmita ❤

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Sunshine Blogger Award

 

wp-1522576202372-545990171.jpegOkay, so I’ve been nominated for the  The Sunshine Blogger Award by Sushi. I am so grateful to have been chosen by this incredible writer. She’s also an admirable poet whom I look up to. In fact, she’s the one who’s inspired me to start a blog. Check out her blog by clicking on her name (above) and show her some love because she deserves it.

Here are the answers to the questions asked by sushi…

1.Love or Wealth?

Wealth

2.What’s your favorite post on my blog?

HUSH by Sushi

3.Favorite post on your own blog?

Her Flaws

4.Favorite post on anyone else’s blog?

WORDS by Agastya

5.Would you rather be famous for a day or completely left alone for a day?

I’d be famous for day.

6.Favorite quote?

Ships are safe at the shore but that’s not what they’re built for.

7.Do you think guys are better best friends or girls?

I feel like it depends.

8.Pizza or french fries?

Pizza, any day.

9.What’s the deepest thing you’ve heard or read or seen?

Every year you pass your birthday and know that you were born that day but every year you also pass your death day and have no clue.

10.What’s the saddest song you’ve heard?

Human by Christina Perri

11.What are your thoughts on depression or anxiety?

Something everyone with a heartbeat has experienced at some point in their lives. It’s not always sadness and crying. Sometimes, it’s just the numb feeling  when you want to cry but no tears fall. Anxiety is when you rehearse the word ‘here’ plenty of times before the teacher calls out your name.

The Rules:
1.Thank the person(s) who nominated you
2.Answer the 11 questions sent by the person who nominated you
3.Nominate 11 blogs to receive the award and write them 11 questions.

The Nominees:

  1. Aloosushi
  2.  Motel8
  3. Agastya
  4. anikacurs
  5. lakshya
  6. fractured faith blog
  7. Bent on Love
  8. uncertainty web
  9. Anoushkaaa
  10. Simple Ula
  11. ALYAZYA

The questions:

  1. What do you think would be the hardest thing for you to give up?
  2. If you could do anything or wish anything, what would it be?
  3. Favourite post from my blog?
  4. Favourite blog across WordPress ?
  5. When did something start out badly for you but in the end, it was great?
  6. Would you rather lose all your money and valuables or lose all of the pictures you’ve ever taken?
  7. Where is that one place you feel most like yourself?
  8. Who inspires you the most?
  9. Are you a messy or a clean person?
  10. Are you a dog or cat person?
  11. Would you rather always be 10 minutes late or always be 20 minutes early?

 

Breathe

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She’d learnt to keep a shallow mind,

So people didn’t have to swim,

They thought they knew every word,

Swirling in her mind within.

 

She was water,

She was deep,

An unreachable soul,

Hard to reach.

 

She was drowning in her tears,

No one to tell her,

Not to fear,

The dark and murky waters of her.

 

An ocean of her feelings,

Hidden under the pool floor,

Her waters turned darker,

No one would dare to go.

 

Even she didn’t want to dive right down,

See what lay down there,

Everytime she went too deep,

There was a deadly lack of air.

 

Her soul was left unexplored,

As all her waters turned to blackness,

But soon she saw a speck of hope,

And dived right in.

 

She discovered a world of her own,

She roamed places underneath,

But as she swam too deep,

She forgot to come up and breathe.

 

She gasped for air,

She swung her hands,

Trying to swim up,

Come to land.

 

Her lungs could not withstand,

Her new-found love undersea,

She overlooked the importance of her breath,

She sunk low, drowning in her depths.

~asmita

 



Your Eyes

You hated your eyes,

You told me they were dull and brown,

You wanted them an ocean blue,

For anyone who looked in to drown.

 

It pained much when I realised,

That you never see it like I do,

The way your eyes hint a story,

The ones I want to read right through.

 

Your eyes hold specks of gold,

Like the carrier of stolen sunlight,

One may miss it with a slight glance,

But a languid gaze puts me in a trance.

 

Your eyes are like melted chocolate,

When I’m craving something sweet,

With a stunning, unwavering gaze,

I find it hard to meet.

 

I stumble down the dark hole,

When I look into your eyes,

With hidden, mysterious beauty,

And some dark, shielded lies.

 

Every time I look at them,

They seem to change to something new,

Like warm coffee,

Summer days,

Things better than just blue.

 

When I am tired of looking in them,

Tired of not being found,

I hope you never say to me,

That your eyes are simply brown!

 

~Asmita

 

 

Her Flaws

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Her eyes don’t shine,

 Each day of the week,

Her hair’s unruly,

And she can’t fall asleep.

 

There are bags under her eyes,

And her nails are chipped,

Her voice sounds croaky,

And there are cracks on her lips.

 

Her smile isn’t stunning,

There’s dirt on her toe,

And when you hear her laugh,

It’s not perfect, I know.

 

Her eyes aren’t blue,

Her hair’s a mane,

But she’s beautiful,

In her own way.

 

But what’s a rose,

Deprived of its thorns?

And there won’t be a rainbow,

Without a thunderstorm.

A lion is none,

If you cut off its claws,

So, a girl is no girl,

Without all of her flaws.

 

 

 

Her Monsters

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How can you say you know her,

when you don’t know her at all,

you’ve only seen her caressed skin

not the untamed world,

that’s growing within.

 

You haven’t seen her monsters,

hidden beneath her perfect smile,

they growl and snarl at her,

sucking all the happiness from her.

 

You haven’t climbed the branches,

that are twined around her heart,

they sway with every breeze,

as the thorns pierce into her.

 

Haven’t you sailed across her ocean,

collected by her tears?

with every drop that rolls down,

she drowns in her own fears.

 

Her eyes are like empty tunnels,

that never seem to end,

they went on forever,

until all she saw was darkness,

falling through the rabbit hole.

 

Wait for Light

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My twisted soul can no longer fly,

Darkness rips at my blinding eyes,

I’ll wait for the sun to rise up someday,

To give me light so I won’t be afraid

 

Everyday I wait for the sun to rise,

To gift me happiness,

A reason to smile.

 

While I wait, I break a little more,

These fragements shall lie deep in my core,

My eyes can’t wait to see the bright sunshine,

They wait patiently, imagining a scene divine.

 

I’ll wait till my tears are full to the brim,

But I can’t drown my demons,

They know how to swim.

 

I’ll wait for the light,

To lead me out of the dark,

I’ll wait to hear the sugar sweet song of a lark.

~ Asmita