set me free….


where are you??
I’ ve been waiting for so long
but there is no sign of you
I can’t wait any longer
I ‘ve tried to go on,
making myself believe
that all is good;
that everything is fine…..
but it’s not.

this place is driving me insane
with rules and regulations
that they think “brilliant”
they think I’m afraid,vulnerable
but I’m not….i’m angry.

in moments like these
the only thing that keeps my cool
is the fact that
one of these days,
you’re gonna take me in your arms
and rescue me
from this crazy place
you’re gonna come…..

you’re the only one
who knows me,
you’re the only one
who’s seen my soul,
but,where ARE you??
I can’t wait to go away,
to leave all this behind,
to start all over….
so please do come!!
please do come….
and set me free.

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My wish-MATURITY(or height…!!!)


think this is me.....

If there is one wish,just ONE….that I could ask from God….. it would be to give me a little bit of maturity.Now,when I say “maturity”,what do I mean?? simply the one thing that will stop people from treating me like a kid!! I know that if people are to treat me like an adult,I am to act like one; sure,I agree with that…but  in my case even if I WERE to act like one, people would not accept(or apccet in my little brother’s language.. 😉 ), that I AM an adult.I owe THAT to my height(which is nothing less than 4 ft 7 inch)….Do you know what the first thing that I was told(don’t take me wrong,my senior meant no harm…) was that  “my” school was in the other building….. I had to kindly inform her that I am not a school student but a college student.see what i mean??people treat me like a kid….and it is making me sick….but I can see no escape from this in my life time…….

so next time you see a shooting star just inform me…..don’t wanna miss that one!!!Oh!! gotta go….”I think I taw shooting taar…..yes..I did!!I did!!” 🙂

PS: I DO NOT HAVE AN INFERIORITY COMPLEX…..OH NO…………

Prejudice contd……..


As I was saying……yes she is my new friend .In the beginning of college ….I still remember the first impression that I had of her…a very self-centered person who HATES to smile at people EVEN if we smile at her……and a nerd(this was the ONLY good thing that I had to say of her me myself being a nerd 😉 ).And then came freshers’ day and I realized that she is funny….but still I kind of kept a distance from her….she was the last person I wanted to make fun of.

on august 19th 2010, that is, onam celebrations day,it turned out that we both were the only ones in our class who did not wear a sari 🙂 and I was talking to someone about a video in Facebook and suddenly  this girl and I  started talking about how much we loved Facebook….. and I was like “boy she is so not like what I thought she is !!” and as we were talking Beena ma’am called her to help her in the elysium and later when we went to the elysium, …there she was running here and there and I felt sorry for her(she is fasting you know…) so I offered to give her company…….. and ever since we’ve been friends…..!!!!

and let me tell you …if she doesn’t smile at you it is probably because she is busy thinking about something or talking to herself IN HER MIND  :P…..if you wanna talk to her and you see her with a book….don’t get discouraged just go sit next to her shake her out of the book and start talking….she will continue the conversation from there……. I’m glad that I found a new SPECIAL friend in Amina and right now I pray that god almighty keeps her safe tomorrow during her 4 hr journey ……… 🙂

– Amen.

a heart breaking gift


 

I did not know how to explain

the new sensation that came up –

was it pain or happiness?

was it fear or hope?

I do not know.

 

I heard everyone say this was divine;a true gift of God;

what nobody told me was that,

this “true gift of God”-the divine gift,

was as sharp as a sword;

a sword that could pierce my heart and rip my soul.

 

And no one was kind enough to tell me

that the wounds left by this “gift”

would take years to heal;

and that the scars would remain forever;

no one had told me

no one………..

 

but I accept (with regret)

that this “gift”-this new feeling,

changed my life so drastically forever;

that my life will never be the same (ever).

 

 

The Question is: Who Cares?!

Ashley Barboza

Life, Love.

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