Missing

You are missing from me…

I wish I could make you see…

That every place with you in it..felt like home…

And now I can’t find it…no matter where I roam…

I miss everything…

Your smile…your big, honest eyes…

I wonder if you miss me like I do…

These feelings are misting up my eyes…

I miss talking to you about the things that I love…

I miss ranting about the things that I hate…

I miss being your rock and talking sense into you…

And being there for each other when our hearts were about to break…

I miss drinking with you…

Listening to lame pop music on a loop…

I miss our random plans…

And how we could chase away each other’s blues…

I deeply regret how things ended…

In my own way I tried to mend it…

After so long I am scared that you forgot me…

For you were one of the the few who really got me…


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Hold On

Life is a mountain…

The goal is its tip….

But circumstances make it difficult…

For me to get it in my grip.

I’ve been through so much…

So much it astounds me…

Resilience is a trait…

I never knew I had inside me.

Till I sat down one day…

Thought real hard …

Made a list of all that I’d overcome…

By stretching an extra yard.

Why should I care?

Of what other’s think or feel?

Only I know what I have been through…

Not once, did I ever kneel.

So hold your head up high…

Paste a smile on your face…

Be a little kind to yourself…

And thank God every time you say grace.

You have a lot of good inside you…

That you sometimes forget…

So I’m here to remind you…

To never regret!!

For the pain you have been through…

And the bad luck that others have brought you…

Just be thankful to be alive…

And for what life has taught you!

 


 

It’s never too late people. It is never too late.

Peace out,

Ladyhawk

 

The Undead – Part 1

This is a work of fiction.


I was a bit annoyed. Usually, I didn’t mind if these creatures created a racket running around what used to be my home but today, I was annoyed. Why? You ask why?

It has to do with a particular star. These creatures call it MACS0647-JD, but for me, this star has only one name – Home. At a distance of approximately 13.3 billion light years away from this planet, it is a bit far. Well, not for me and my kind – but for these creatures it is – heck, they haven’t even developed the technology to explore within their own solar system. I mean, their progress is pitiful barring a few gifted souls. What set these souls apart? Heh. Us. Go figure.

But yes, coming back to the point – today I was pissed because I was told that I had to stay on this planet for another 10 human years. I have been here for almost a 1000  human years and there is only so much entertainment in this so-called pyramid.

Hahaha….don’t look so shocked. I mean, you knew it deep inside you that no human could have built something so intricate, did you? We built it. So that we had a home on this planet and we could track progress of life on this planet. Why? ‘Cos we are trying to manufacture the perfect species…combining the best traits of all intelligent life forms from all over the universe!

But no! You guys had to poke your noses and make this one of the god damn wonders of the world. So well, every day I have thousands of you walking on the roof of my house.

Roof you say?

Well DUH! My home is underground. I had to shift it way, way underground so that your pesky archaeologists would not come poking their noses into what was clearly none of their business.

Once, when I had gone outside around a 100 years ago to collect some samples from a particular human being who I could detect was special, I accidentally bumped into what you called a historian. Well, he was as stunned as I was; seeing my purple skin and red hair. Well – that’s what your limited color vision allows you to see. From where I come from, there are over a 1000 different colors visible to us.

So anyway he saw me and fainted. And hence, began what your media calls ‘conspiracy theories’ about extra terrestrial life.

The funny thing is, we aren’t the extraterrestrials in this case. You are. We found you, you humans on a planet that was dying and brought you here, to make you thrive. We altered you a little bit so that you would evolve into intelligent creatures. Imagine our disappointment when we saw what you were doing to this planet? We decided, this time we would not help you. But secretly, we are rooting for you.

Who are we? We are the undead.


To be continued…

 

Fatal (3/3)

For part 1 & Part 2 – click here! :)

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The next morning, she was gone.

Was she stealthy or what?

I forgot to notice that I had opened my eyes to the smell of coffee.

I got out of bed and walked to my kitchen, hoping to find her there. Instead I found a full coffee pot and a note.

“Sorry, had to rush. Catch you later!”

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Catch you later?

I mean man, what the… I ran my hands thru my hair in frustration and poured out a cup.

Fucking hell…it was good coffee. If there was something I liked in a woman, It was her ability to make better coffee than me.

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‘You are out of her league man!’ My friends at work saw me looking at her picture on my phone, on my way to work and guffawed in delight. I knew they were right but I didn’t react.

‘Quit joshing, I gotta get going’, I mumbled and I tried to get her out of my mind. The thing was, I couldn’t get her out of my brain. Or her smell. What kind of obsession was this?

———–

I got home rather late that night. She was there. At my doorstep. With a small packet in her hands.

“Open it.”

She handed it over to me.

I took it, a little stunned to see her.

It was a notebook made out of handcrafted paper.

” I made it. Not for you, but I’d made it a couple of months ago. For someone else.”

I stared at her.

” You are giving me something you made for someone else? After you left without a word?” As soon as the words left my mouth I felt like such a girl.

“Thanks!” I started moving towards my door.

” For my ex – boyfriend. He died.” She spoke in a monotone.

I stopped to look at her, but she wasn’t really there.

” He was the only one I have ever truly loved. And I know I won’t be able to feel that way about anyone else.”

Her eyes welled up with tears.

” You know yesterday night after a long time, It felt good to be with another person. So I wanted to thank you for that. And for making me feel a little alive once again. My friends used to say that the accident was fatal in two ways. One, it took him away from me. Two, it took me away from everyone else.”

She gave me a kiss on my cheek and walked away.

I stood there, like a fool, holding that notebook in my hand and hoping…that tomorrow, when i’d be at the local supermart, I’d see her again.

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Learning to breathe

She was sitting on a bench in the park. It was 6:30 in the morning.

It was one of those days when she had decided to wake up early. She didn’t know why. There was this burning restlessness inside of her.

October was never a good month for her. It was always turbulent, always full of uncertainties. She always liked to be planned to the T. Almost like a borderline OCD.

But she was learning to relax. Learning to live. Learning to breathe.

Breathe. She took in a deep breath. For once…in a very, very long time she felt free.

She felt free from the self – imposed shackles of her work…from the notions of what others felt she ought to do…from what she felt she was obliged to do. No…for once she was doing what she wanted to do.

And you know what…being able to do what you want to do? That was real freedom.

She had no where to go. No one to love. Love…another elusive thing which haunted her sometime. But she was learning to let go and set her heart free. She knew one day someone who would keep it in a safe place would find it and till then…till then she was learning how to love herself. Learning how to find happiness in the fact of realizing her true potential as an individual.

She was learning to live.

Learning to breathe.

Life, don’t pass me by

Life, don’t pass me by. I haven’t even smelt the roses yet.

Lost in my own world, in my own thoughts, I sometimes fail to see what amazing things one can do. I’ve come to know a lot of amazing people through this blog. Everyday, before I sleep; I read, I get inspired.

I’ve come to realize that the concept of happiness is actually based on the choices one makes. I have realized that you should not need someone else to make you happy. You should be happy by yourself. Its tough. I know. I have realized that it is futile to live in the past. Life is about change. You can’t be static. Be caught up in something that happened in the past and let everything come to a standstill.

No, we all are blessed. We don’t know if we actually do get reincarnated. We don’t know if we will ‘pass on’ to a spirit world, heaven or hell. Sure, there are a lot of theories, but we don’t really know anything, do we?

So what do we have…we have an incredible gift. Of being human. To experience and live. To love. To have children and love them. To make a mark, make the world a better place. To be anything. 

So why, why do we not move on? Why can’t we move on? Why can’t we strive to be better? Why can’t we learn from our mistakes? Why can’t we have the courage to aspire to be what we want to be? Why are we so concerned about what others think of us? “Because man is a social animal?” “Because we can’t be happy alone?” True. But we came into this world alone, we will leave it – alone.

Life, I won’t let you just pass me by. Oh no! This, I promise myself.