Lifestyle

“(Un)-divided”

You divide us in Colours of two, One is pink and other is blue, For blended hues you just attack, LGBT, etc. tag. Either you are a masculine supporter or promoting feminism, And then you are talking about equality and humanism? You follow one religion and its God  Then preaches in your community about his… Continue reading “(Un)-divided”

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Shikha's Journal

“A peddlers night”

Sunday evening on my way to the hotel, a friend insisted to hang out for a while at peddlers (#chandigarh#sector35). Though I was not really in a mood, tired and a bit sad, but agreed to go. The moment I was standing at the main entrance I could hear the sound of music and the… Continue reading “A peddlers night”

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“A letter to my grandparents”

Dear Grandpa and Grandma You know I have been writing a lot in my life about a lot of stuff and people and happenings but I never did anything for you. I have received many appreciations but, none can beat the blessings I ever received from you both, regardless of your understanding to either of… Continue reading “A letter to my grandparents”

Travel

“Way back to Home”

It’s a story of my experience a few days back when I was on a hike for my adventure trip, where I met a friend and his family and I made my stay there for a couple of days. I wasn’t a part of that place, neither that family nor the people I met, but… Continue reading “Way back to Home”

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“Words of my Silence”

There ain’t a thing which makes me happy, Ain’t a thing which makes me smile, It’s just emotions I have made, Sometimes last long, Sometimes fade, Right after a short while. I looked up to find a move, To get over this hovering hoof, But I don’t know…. Which way to go, which way to… Continue reading “Words of my Silence”

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“Dead wings of inheritance”

This is a sort of letter in a form of phrasal emotion from a daughter to her mother, depicting her life, upbringing, and the bond they two shared. But, how she is getting stressed with the over worries of her mother for being a grown-up girl and feeling broken and dumped by her own shadow… Continue reading “Dead wings of inheritance”

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“Wings to Fly”

How to give a start to my day Where I go to find my way Every time I fall whenever I try, Where to get my wings to fly… I kept hoping I kept looking Rebuilding my dreams, Even if I am breaking… It seems so dark How am I supposed to walk On those… Continue reading “Wings to Fly”

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“Miles and miles I walked….”

Miles and miles I walked... Stones and pebbles, Obstacles and hurdles, All I crossed, Number of people I met, Fell in love Hurt enough, But never had to regret, Stumbled on ways, Few cries, Many tries, And got no praise, And, miles and miles I walked... Truths and lies, Daring tries, Fears and tears, Losing… Continue reading “Miles and miles I walked….”

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“Is that LOVE”

SOMETIMES JUST RANDOM WORDS HIT ON MY MIND, FORCING ME TO SCRIBBLE IT AND WRITE... BEING SO FAR ALTHOUGH CLOSE, A RELATIONSHIP OF THORNS AND PETALS OF ROSE. A VERY THOUGHT OF MORNING WHEN BEAUTY AROSE, THE LAST SMILE OF DAY WHEN OFF TO DOZE. WHILE PONDERING THIS FEELING I PAUSED... IS THAT LOVE? WELL...… Continue reading “Is that LOVE”

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“Tear Drops”

Falling drops from an eye like a tiny little pearl; can be plain and meaningless but, sometimes turmoil of emotional whirl. A Teardrop from an eye Compressed with fear A painful cry A Teardrop from an eye For a thought, I am silly And somebody will smile A teardrop from an eye Hurdle of memories… Continue reading “Tear Drops”