The cycle of life - going nowhere. ( random thoughts )

I know i am not being a timely publisher , but i am trying my best to post stuff whenever possible and to stay connected. So here is a short blog which i actually typed out while my mind was going through random life thoughts. 

when my mouth shuts , my mind speaks :)

The world. It was found to be a sphere for some reason. Or probably that's what i believe in. And maybe that is how even our lives are. Okay why on cookie is the world's shape being compared to our lives? i am definitely not comparing the world's shape to our lives here. I know its confusing , but then please read further to know more :-P

In our lives , No matter how hard we try , we end up falling into pits. We face speed breakers in our journey , we reach a stable road and then we fall into shattered road pits. Every corner has some pain waiting for you. You will somehow end up getting hurt , no matter how safely you tread the road. Some of us will leave our hopes and just fall forever while some just get back up and start moving with our same pace. ( p.s i belong to the mediocre category , just like most of us, who do fall for a long time but also do get back into pace ) 

And then we just hope , believe that everything happens for a reason and it will all be fine soon. The scars will disappear - we believe. But even before we cope up from our last fall , we fall again. This time maybe it hurts a little less or probably more. The scars , that these falls leave behind , make a huge difference in our lives. It either makes us strong to face the next fall , the breakdown or make us weak and broken depending upon our mindset. Some people tend to lose all their strength while taking the stabs of life. Because life seems to be a puzzle most of the times. But then what we have to know is that , this puzzle is never ending. 

You are going to fall , but you will get up. You will get hurt and you will re-frame. Well, all this has got something to do with our hearts and minds too. The roles that they play is something that keeps us going no matter what. Some of us make it while some don't. But my friend , its never easy to make it. It is going to hurt as eff. It's going to be more confusing. You will want to run away to place called nowhere. And everything will seem never ending for some reason as it just meant to be so. But then all this - The pain. The scars. Its all just a cycle. It is more of a dramatic reality. It is more fake than real. but that's life , isnt it?

Life - where dreams turn into reality and then reality turns out to be a nightmare. 

love ,

tinkerbell <3 <3

A Blank Page

Its been a while since i posted anything , i apologize for the delay. But then here you go , i am posting my next blog - A Blank Page. 

Everybody faces this blank page in life. No matter how much we struggle to face everything , overcome every emotion , at the same point , we also do feel blank. Probably that is how our brains are tamed to behave. We face all the sadness and happiness that comes toward us. We somehow decide and then we regret. But at one point , we stop. We feel lost. We start feeling empty. This might be because we have no other option to choose , or maybe we have no other person or thing to fill this emptiness. At times It might even be the weight that we feel in our hearts that makes us to stop. The weight gets unbearable at a point , and then we decide to lose it. On account of losing it , the weight that we bear , as a form of freeing ourselves from every random emotion that we face , we end up hurting people. Well that's what most of us do at times.

Our lives are like different books in god's own library. He is the creator of the pages but we are appointed as the authors of what happens within those pages. We write every single word in his books , we frame every angle of perspective that is visible to other authors who we meet within our book of life. We are forced to turn the pages , to keep writing , no matter how bad they are or how good they seem. When its the good part we tend to turn them faster , the pages , and when its the bad part we just slow down. That , my friend is human nature. That is when we start leaving our pages blank. We get that fear - The fear of Unknown. We then think about quitting , giving up the job of an author forever. We feel stuck. But then , some of us try to fill the pages with words of wisdom , words , such as hope and belief. We start believing in the creator himself to set things right. We start trusting in miracles to happen , for the pages to get filled with only the good parts despite being stuck with the bad part. Though we stop , we at-least learn to expect for the good and hope that only good happens. But then , towards the end , we decide to continue writing , we somehow believe that - it is the only way the creator can fill the pages. Through us. 

One should not quit writing his pages of life just because he or she met up with a bad phase which appears to be going on for too long. We never know what is about to come. Be it good or bad , leaving the pages blank isn't going to help. Instead writing down anything and everything , creating a new word in every sentence that we frame would probably help us find our way out. Life is a maze. Quitting is never the way out. The book of life is a creation of god. A marvelous creation with wonderful pages which can only be destroyed by the creator himself. Closing the book does not come under our rights and duties list. Feeling lost , leaving the pages blank are also the ways of the creator to tell us how to continue the art of writing. Hence no matter what never stop. I believe that things are easier said than done , but then its our duty to give everything a chance, if deserved even a second chance. After all , filling the blank pages and moving forward will actually end up completing our journey of life. 

Love ,

Tinkerbell <3

She - A journey.

She. She was a just born baby girl ,who looked really cute. She was scared to see new people around her. She was a precious little girl baby to her knowledge , just as everybody said so. She was taken to a new place called home. She knew this person called mommy and a person called daddy. She was the center of attraction and she kind of hated it. She used to cry out loud and make people go away except her mommy and daddy. She loved being taken care by mommy and enjoyed it when daddy lifted her up above his head to make her laugh. She slept on her mommy's hands or daddy's at times. She was trying to crawl around the place and kept seeing new faces almost everyday. they were uncles , aunties and grandpa and grandpa. For her , the list was just too long , she knew them to be visitors. She was happy. But then she always needed her mommy or daddy with her.Months passed and she grew up a little. Though she held her daddy's hand for support, She had learnt how to walk and also to sleep beside her mommy and had begun to call them names. She could identify her relatives a little better now. Well the time just didn't give her a break , she had grown a little more. Mommy and daddy had planned to send her to a new place called school. She was afraid, she thought she was being abandoned ,But then later realized it was just for a time period every day. It was just a place where she would learn new stuff and meet more new people. Everyday her daddy would drop her and pick her up from the place called school. She knew she was safe even there. She had met many new people and she called them friends and had learnt a lot of new stuff in that place. Years passed and she was nearing her teenage. She was a preteen for now. She was really excited about her teenage. Then she became a teen , a cute perfect teen. She had learnt how to make her decisions , yet preferred the clothes her mommy selected and still felt safe when daddy was around. Moments were turning into memories and in no time she neared the legalized age. She was fascinated by the restriction less age, She was excited about finally letting go of her daddy's hands and choosing her own dresses. She dreamed of it in the previous few years as She was a transforming into a woman soon. She had started enjoying the restriction free life as soon as she attained it. She no longer preferred house birthday parties. She has evolved into a perfect girl by now and had become more strong and stubborn. She started lying to her parents and giving them arrogant replies. She had begun to consider them as a burden. She didn't like being controlled or her so called secure now. She had joined college for her higher education.She was enjoying all the attention which, she once hated. As days went by she saw her parents fear for her ,Yet cared the least about them now. She had become selfish. She had fallen into the teenage love-trap and fallen out of it. Her book of memories was starting its 100th edition as she was about to become a woman now. She had started working , and was no more a teenager. She was a graceful woman. Her arrogance and selfishness had started to fade as her responsibilities increased. She could understand the fact that her parents were aging. Her mommy found her a guy , she got married. She accepted the fact that she wasn't one among the girls who married their childhood or teenage love. She was scared to leave her parents and get into a new family. She was more scared to begin her own family. Yet she managed to overcome every squabble and every fear she had. She had now become a complete woman. As months flew , She had a life growing within her. She then gave birth to a baby. Just liker her , just like her mommy. She had made her parents proud ,she had gifted her husband something precious, something that can never be replaced - A Daughter. She felt complete as a Wife. Time kept flowing like a river , and in no time she saw her daughter all grown up. She had seen her mommy and daddy grow old yet happy with their daughter. She had seen them rest peacefully in their grave. There were nights where she missed their presence and cried to sleep. But there were nights where she and her husband cuddled with their daughter. She saw her daughter repeating every single thing that she herself did to her mommy and daddy. She was hurt at times and realized how she had hurt her parents. She saw her daughter grow up into a teen , then a woman. She completed her responsibilities as a Mother. She was a proud Grandmother already, and then came the dark day. She saw people crying around her body. Her soul was alive. She wanted to live for few more years, but she knew her time had come. She saw her daughter wishing for an apology,  for her mistakes , just as she did when her mommy and daddy died. She was content , Her soul was happy.But Her journey just ended. Her soul joined her mommy and daddy again. And the cycle continued...

            The Cycle Of  Life Never Ends

                               

Love ,

Tinkerbell <3

The Three Faces.

Hey people! Sorry i haven't been posting on a scheduled basis or something , but then , here's my fourth blog :D I found this picture below , which is said to be a Japanese proverb. It seemed to disturb my usual crazy thoughts since it actually triggered my inner sense.

I just kept wondering , and that picture seemed to be really powerful. People do have different faces which they show when they are around different people or in different situations. Its not just you or me , but every single person on this planet has a " portray version " of their *self*. The face that we show to the world is the fake-st of all the three faces. We tend to *act* and portray our self in a false manner. Then comes the face that we show to our family , our kith and kin. This face is a faker version of who we are. It is a total different version when compared to the first , though it's partially who we are , it's still not the whole true depiction that we provide to others. Then comes this last type, which being the truest reflection of who we are , is who we really are. We never reveal this face to anybody , except the mirror at times , because , its one of our deepest and dark secrets. One more reason that keeps us holding this secret is the *fear*. The fear of judgmental hypocrites around us and the fear of what we might have to face if people actually get to know us. Some of you will disagree with all this but then deep inside , all of us know , we do go through this. We do try our best to overcome all the fears and reveal our true *self* yet sometimes , we fail. that is just because , the fear takes over everything that comes on our path to success. All of us do hide our emotions , behind all these three faces , be it sadness or happiness depending upon the instances. But then , sadness is the most hidden emotion as far as i know. According to me , it is totally okay to hide our truest face from everybody else , but then it is also wiser to let our demons out at times. That's the only way we will be able to understand others as well. Revealing our true selves can bring us haters or make people fall in love with us , so if you are ever going to succeed in letting your demons out , best of luck :) ;) 

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cheers 

tinkerbell <3

An atomic love story..

Hey peeps! hope y'all are doing great! As i mentioned in my introductory blog  , i write poems quite often. So, here you go i am publishing a poetry in this blog of mine! Hope you find it good to read. This poem is something that i wrote recently. It's about an electron that's in love with the nucleus. Electron is imagined to be the Guy. He indirectly tries to convey his craze for her - the nucleus. All this happens within an atom , So hope you guys enjoy reading it. Please do comment your thoughts as it would help me improve :) thank you. 

Eternal Love

AN ATOMIC LOVE TALE

Round and round, around you - i go,

You be the center of my ellipse.

There's this attraction over you,

That makes me collapse.

It makes me move towards you,

And how i wish Rutherford to be true.

Though it makes me collapse,

I somehow relapse,

I hate seeing you with him,

Because he's just too dummy with nothing.

You are my positive,

While i'm your negative,

But i do wish it was me with you,

And i also know , the possibilities are few.

I feel the spark when i see you,

The spark called - *electricity*.

Though it seems like a curfew,

Its our very own sweet affinity.

                                                                                                        -  Meghana a.k.a tinkerbell 

The past , Present and Future

The past is an experience , the present is an experiment , the future is an expectation. Use your experience in your experiments to achieve your expectations.

Hey people! i guess there are a lot of things running in your mind right now looking at the title of my first blog! So yeah , its about the past , the present and the future. These three words always make me go crazy! You should probably think i'm mad as i said so! You might ask , "whats with them? they are just three words with different meanings for each!" Well yeah , its something about their meaning , that bothers me. Everybody has a past. Some people have a good past and some have a bitter one. A good thing about the past is that , it makes us a better person in the present. And a bad thing about the past is that , it just cannot be forgotten or erased from our so called memories. No matter how hard we try , we will probably just end up ignoring the past and leave it behind for our own good. These three words just seem to favor each-other. The present , however is just stuck in the middle.It is sometimes based on the past and somehow decides our future. The future on the other hand makes us impeccable just because it cannot be guessed. It is uncertain. You will never know what is about to happen! i might just not post this blog or die after i type it out, but i just don't know. Because , its the future! These words play an awesome role in our lives , but to be honest they play an important yet an awesome role! We should never judge someone by their past nor trust someone viewing their present. Oh well , you know , the future might kick our butts if we do so ;) i always wonder if people do feel the same about such words. Hence here you go , i just poured out my thoughts! please do read and post your views in the comment box! thank you :)

cheers ,

tinkerbell <3 <3

The introduction - Me , myself and only me

Be simple. Be real.

To begin with , let me tell you guys about myself! I am tinkerbell , Well that's my blogging avatar. I am an Indian who loves to travel and to get to know people. i am pretty simple when asked about my character. I am a person who loves music just as every other living soul.  I spend most of my time alone and love it when i get to discover new things! I manage to handle tough situations that life puts me in and somehow end up successful most of the times. Writing poems has been my secret talent - which , is not a secret anymore! SO I guess this much of "ME" would do for now. Speaking of my blogs , right now i am just going to type down some random thoughts which everybody might feel on a daily basis. I would heartily appreciate your support for me to grow up as a blogger.Thank you in advance :) 

With love,

tinkerbell <3 <3