ANAMIKA : You

I found you,
But you're not mine to keep.
I have you,
But you're not mine to have.

So much I'd hope,
That you'd be mine ;
So much I'd wish,
That we'd fall in line.

Seems it's not the time,
Seems it's not the place,
Seems we've more to go,
Seems I've to let go.

Smile Please :)

Is it too hard to give a smile? Costs nothing but can mean a lot. Yes? Another reblogged from The Local Tea Party:

Good looks. And then?

Boss what is this obsession with looking good all the time? Every minute of the day you want to look good is it? Not possible. No no, not just the ladies ok? I am talking about the gentlemen too. Always you want to look good means how is it possible? Whether you are working in beauty parlour?

Earlier they used to call it beauty parlour and all the ladies used to go to do something with threads or something. At that time, all the men happily used to sit and read some magazines, I mean see some pictures of…ladies, I mean girls. But these beauty parlour fellows have totally messed up everything. They saw ki men are wasting time and so they said, ‘Arey, we will cut hair for men too, come come!’

So women are getting haircut and next seat men are also getting haircut. Women are looking at themselves in the mirror seriously and men are also looking at them secretly through the mirror. Best part is the women know everything that is happening and still they act as if they have not seen the men seeing them. What boss? Why such acting?

Hair looks so boring, it seems. If it is boring, why you are looking at it? Go watch some TV or play video games. Anyway you are going to put your hairband in your wrist only. For that why so much trouble?

Ok leave that. We used to happily go to ‘Malabar Saloon’ and get haircut and all. Now, suddenly all the saloon fellows have become salon fellows. Best is, they dropped one ‘O’ from saloon and added two ‘0’s to the price! Suddenly, ten rupees hair cut is thousand rupees. Arey! At least put some radio no, some decent music or general knowledge will come. Instead they are playing party music. What?! Boss, hair is getting cut yaar, how to shake the leg to the music? Whether you will face the consequence of ugly haircut? Maybe you will face, but I won’t.

On top of all this, they are selling hair cream to give ‘that Just-out-of-bed’ look it seems. Arey! If I want to get that look, I will simply get out of bed and go straight, no?

Indecent fellow will cut the hair and should simply leave no? He won’t. Very cleverly he will look at your face and say ‘Sir your skin is too rough and ugly patches are coming. You want to remove them?’ And we are thinking ki, ‘Boss, if one guy itself calling me ugly means what will the girls think?’ Men are feeling like this means, imagine how women will feel when asked like this? Ok, no need to imagine.

And he also wants to cut my nails it seems. No thank you. I have Made in Korea nail-cutter at home.

And the trouble taken in the gym. Uff. No need to mention at all. I think the gym fellows are our creditors in the previous birth. Otherwise why we will simply give money and forget about it? Especially because anyhow you are visiting Frankie’s every alternate day. What is the point? And yes, six-pack is useless. Women will look and drool and all but ultimately fall for the ‘chubby cute’ guy with nice paunch, because he looks ‘normal’. Why bother anyway?

You put fairness cream wherever you want to, but result will be the same. Somebody is always fairer than you, so again, don’t bother. There are six billion people in this planet. Who are you trying to impress?

Boss, you do whatever you want to look good. Nothing wrong. Your money, you spend. If nothing is working you can at least download some nice filters on Adobe Light Room and impress others. Anyhow you are already using Instagram.

But see, just looking good is not at all important no? Ordinary looking people cannot live in this planet is it? Who said?

However ‘beautiful’ you are, if you are walking around with a frown means what is the point? People will throw mustard at your face and it will explode only.

I don’t understand why we are trying so hard when there is an easy way to become the most beautiful person in the planet. Put one simple honest smile. That’s all.

Haunted

I tried so hard
Before I let go,
What point in saying now?
These you never saw
Till the end.

Now you are consumed
By that darkness in your mind,
Darkness that almost took me
Along for that red ride.

I should've seen before
That I cannot help,
That I can't be the one,
That I can't shoulder it all.

Somewhere along the way
If you take another soul,
Try not to destroy that too,
Because right now
You've chosen your own.

Ghost in my eye,
Ghost in my mind,
I know you'll haunt me
In the back of my mind.

But you won't rule me,
Not when I know I've tried,
Tried till I lost nearly all
And have now gone away.
I refuse to play your game.

Romy

So much to love
Those ones -

The little ones who play,

The best friend everyday.

Not just a pet,

Or a wandering stray,

They are family in their way -

To my dear friends,

I still remember you ;

Mon chat, my cat,

I still adore you.

Orange and black

And white and grey -

Rapunzel on the window,

I still remember those days.

Beautiful and elegant,

So much divine,

So full of love and energy -

I miss our times.

Don't know where you are,

Why you disappeared one day,

Why you never came

No matter when I called your name.

It's been so many years,

But I still think of you.

You're still the best :

Kitty heaven for you.

ANAMIKA - Lost Again

It’s confusing :

How I want to be alone,

But I don't -

Still I try

Keep company -

Better to disregard

These thoughts in my head ;

Scared, desperate

Tell me why and why -

Stubborn, stupid

Everyone knows and knows -

Distraction

Wanting again and again -

Why this?

Depression :

Friend and foe ?

Escapism -

I try to .

Confusing but new,

This is me now ?

And I don't know how.

For You

Once upon a time there was a little boy and a little girl. They studied in the same school, same class but became very close (the best of) friends only at the last moments, the last year. They went their own ways but kept contact and the friendship always remained strong. They were best friends forever. The end.

Most people thought, expected, that they'll fall in love but it was never like that. Doesn't have to be. It was pure, true friendship to the core, the likes of which we rarely see. A girl and a boy can just be friends. It doesn't have to get messy and weird. Friendship is a beautiful gift you give yourself...

...And it doesn't have to be friendship day or someone's birthday to let your BEST FRIEND know Just How Much they mean to you -

Doesn't matter the fights and misunderstandings, 

But it matters that you weathered through... Together.

I'm sharing this story with for my best friends, boys & girls, cause I wanted to remind them something - 

You're my best friend and I'm not letting go

No matter what, through thick and thin,

From stop to start,

I don't want our friendship to ever part.

Yours truly.

P.S. - Why don't you let your best friends know what they mean to you too? Surprise them. And see what happens :)

Thank You

It's an acknowledgement,
It's a praise,
It makes it worth your day,
To hear those two words
May not matter right now,
But after thankless jobs
You realize just how -
That little phrase makes
You look forward to the next day.
Thank You.

It Doesn't Make Sense

Staring out the window Eyes fixed, mind wandering Wondering, 'Just what the hell am I thinking? ' Nothing makes sense Nothing matters It doesn't even bother To be unnoticed, unwondered 'Unwondered'? Here's another Nothing makes sense But then, nothing matters. Still staring out the window Seeing the kids come in Empty classes filling in Groups, individuals and what not Nothing makes sense But then again, nothing matters. For one last time A last look around Your last year in your first school A last look at your first home Bell rings, I wake up. What happened? It doesn't make sense And I don't know if it matters.

ANAMIKA : Spirit Dead

It'd be so easy to end this
With a slash of a blade,
So easy to tear
Every work on these pages-
Pages of misery,
Despair and disgrace,
One after another,
All stacked up but can't face.
Loneliness, anger,
The pain inside -
All these frowns and half-smiles.
Death outside.
Hiding everything :
Don't trust to show -
Hating every moment
Of a life out of control.
Is it time for the blade?
Is it taking control?
Or just rot away,
Dead in mind and soul.

Let It Rain

Life is short?
I guess not -
Seems never ending,
What once rushed by.
It's not looking back,
That's all in a sack -
It's moving forward,
The Trying-To I lack.
I'm afraid to take
Up my pieces, forsake
Myself along the way.

What should I do?
I really don't know,
There are faces in the clouds
I can't make out.
Only thing I still know -
It will rain.

Where I Belong

The things I loved
Seem now, no more.
Once mind changes,
It changes all.
Now aimless on a path,
Wandering feeling lost,
Wondering where to start,
Wondering if it's a stop.
Nothing feels right
Seems nowhere I belong,
Once there was everything -
Now for Something I long.

Storm

Is it this,
Is it that,
What is it
That I lack?
Why can't I move on,
Why won't I step on,
What's stopping me,
Why am I so scared?
What do I have to lose,
What is left to risk?
Pawned my life in anger,
All that's left are bits.

Am I to pick it up again
And face this tide alone,
I wish I could see some way
To get out of this storm...

Ignorance

Tears.
They fall on the black char
As I watch the flame.
It dies.
Alone now in darkness
Where I pray for hope.
Hope for escape.
Something that never comes.
Everyone says they're okay
But,
It's just a beautiful lie
They want to believe.
Just like -
Life's a beautiful lie
Love, the glorious illusion.
The painful truth
Of death, we ignore.
That we die alone, ignore.
Tell me,
If so, why I ask,
Why I cry,
Why I suffer -
For an understanding that doesn't come?
For assumptions to stop,
For accusations to end,
For tears unshed to finally fall
Where they're never seen
But felt.
By them all.