Happy Us

Staying in my room all day long,

Laying in my bed, wondering how the distance between the fan and ceiling seems so huge, yet so little,

And occasionally sighing at my long, scary shadows on the wall,

The books and unfinished assignments towering up so high,

A thin layer of cobwebs making it look awkwardly haunted,

Turning the volume up just to drown the sound of my parents’ constant yells,

Yeah, trouble in the paradise ain’t one bit entertaining,

 And sometimes playing the songs that I don't particularly like on loop until I feel numb,

Gorging on the leftovers because my stomach doesn't know how to stop growling,

Standing in front of the mirror more often than I should,

Only to remind myself how ugly I look,

With my sticky, smelly hair hanging over the shoulders clumsily,

 All the acne making no effort to be discreet, And the fats piling up on my curves with almost a sense of vengeance,

Oh, Thanks to my irregular periods!

Ain't attending calls from my friends,

Because their insatiable interest in boys, and their endless curiosity about my lack of interest in them, annoy me

The wiser ones stay away, knowing that I'm different

And then you happened,

Squeezing in through the cracks in the doors of my heart

Which I had never held open for anyone, before,

Smiling down on me like an angel,

Only that the curvy body of yours holds more beauty and lust than all the angels in the heavens taken collectively,

The first time I met you in the History class,

I knew you were different too,

Because when my hand brushed against yours,

 I saw your body tense up,

And felt a wonderfully lethal electric pulse pass through mine.

We texted all through the nights,

Only to sit shoulder-to-shoulder, holding hands under the bench in the school.

That day when you walked into my room, and we sat down on the bed facing each other,

I saw in your eyes the face of a sweet, lovely girl, smiling gleefully,

That’s when I felt beautiful for the first time ever,

And then, we kissed,

Yes, my room was still filled with  the stench of the leftovers,

The tower of the unfinished assignments still remained high and intact,

I could still hear my parents yelling, over the jazz the music system was playing,

But all of these didn't matter when we were caught in the tight, heavenly embrace, our bare souls getting entangled passionately,

All the tall monuments, mighty mountains, deep, beautiful valleys, blue, wide seas, and all the great inventions of the world seemed belittled compared to the intensity of our raw, crazy love.

When we finally broke our embrace,

I was crying, crying out of joy,

As you wiped my tears, you whispered softly into my ears, “Even when the whole, wide world crumbles down, even when the humanity dies away, we will stay this way, smothering each other with infinite love”

And then we kissed again.

The Art of Living

Suicide is easy. All you need is a thick rope, a poison, a cut in the vein, an overdose of sleeping pills, a good elevated place which would spare no bones if you choose to fall from it.(oh damn! It's supposed to be a anti-suicidal article, and here I am suggesting ways to kill yourself!) But the point I’m trying to convey here is: Killing yourself is easy, but creation of life isn't. Your mother carried you in her womb for nine long months and went through a near-death experience to bring you into his somewhat beautiful world, and doctors and nurses did struggle to pull you out of the dark, dark place and not to forget your father, who had walked across the hospital corridor, feeling nervous than ever.

Also, take a moment to think of all the struggles you had undergone, or the terrible things you had put up with so far in your life- the times you were abused by the  worst bully in your neighborhood, the bruises and blood on your skin when you fell off your bicycle, the day your favourite teacher yelled at you, because you failed an exam, your first heartbreak, the days when you lost hope of finding even an average college because your grades were so low and several other moments.

But why did you put up with all these experiences? Because you didn't want to give up! Because you are a little stronger than you think you are.

So, did you live past all these struggles only to kill yourself in fit of a rage, or a over single nerve-wrecking issue? Suicide is a very impulsive decision. Okay, sometimes, I do like to act impulsively. But impulsive killing(especially yourself!) is a big no-no!

You might have your reasons for suicide, alright! You might have lost interest in your life, might have felt like you are fighting a losing battle, might have wanted some peace, couldn't figure out how to get yourself out of a messy situation or a distressing phase. But try jotting down the reasons to live, I bet it will outnumber the reasons for dying.

And remember, ‘This too shall pass’.I live by this mantra. Every situation, or problem or obstacle, you face in life, no matter how disturbing or depressing it is, will be over one day or at least you will learn to deal with it, or will have simply gotten used to it. Because, you are always mightier than any obstacle in your life. And years later, when you think of that obstacle, it will seem silly, or at least insignificant. And you will end up  wondering why it aroused suicidal thoughts even.

Life needn't necessarily appear sweet or beautiful all the time. But remember, it's still worth living. Because it's the best gift you can ever get, even though it  isn't always neatly wrapped. So, no matter what life throws at you, fight on, live. And there will come a day, when you would look back and feel proud of yourself for your persistence and would call yourself a true warrior.