Little girl.

Once there was a little girl,
But now there's only an empty soul.
Because she had opened
The locks to all her doors.
The door to her fears,
The door to her secrets,
The door to her fears.
And also the one to her heart.
For she had fallen in love,
For all it was worth.
Fallen in love uncertainly.
Without knowing the meaning of the enchanted word.
Such an innocent girl she was,
Oblivious of the cruelties love can bring,
Nothing could have broken her daydream
Of the promises and the wedding ring.
She had hope, she had expectations.
She thought nothing could go wrong.
For, nothing was going to punish her
For the things she had longed.
But, sweetheart, says who?
See the consequences now.
Everything is broken, everything is irreversible,
Everything is utterly broken down.
She was an idiot
To see her heart away,
To the pretending prince she had loved,
Who broke it into pieces and
Shoved them away.
Only hollowness and darkness,
A huge blank whole,
Once there was a little girl,
But now there's an empty soul.

How to remember birthdays.

Celebrating a birthday is so dumb, according to me. But obviously, not so dumb for those whose birthday is getting celebrated. I mean, who doesn't even like their birthday to get celebrated? Of course everyone does. But the concept itself of celebrating the day you're born is super dumb.

I mean, man, you just got entered into this massive ball of unfairness otherwise known as the earth! What good will it do to you, other than maybe change the way you were born originally as?

Meh, never mind. The point is, I'm here to tell you how to remember birthdays.
There's only one way:
•DON'T.

You don't have to remember birthdays. If you do, you'll have to buy them gifts. If you don't you can tell them you forgot. Simple.

Personally, I don't remember birthdays at all. Just saying.

Dammit, it's broken

Last night I found out
That I do have a heart,
One that beats with a rhythm
And one that beats for him.
People say hearts are strong,
Whereas some are brittle,
But I don't know which one is mine,
Perhaps both?
For it has suffered a lot.
Tears, happiness, and whatnot.
Why did he give me hope?
Why did he make me crazy?
Oh, why was I so blind,
To see, that the future was totally hazy?
False hopes, fake smiles,
All thrown at me without hesitation.
Whereas I'm stuttering here,
To even send a little indication.
I gave my heart away,
With a cloth round my eyes.
That there might be another face behind that mask,
I failed to realize.
Just a crush at first, only an infatuation.
Who knew, I was getting ready to die for him,
Without a little hesitation?
I knew it was the wrong path,
And before I knew, I was walking down it,
An unknown place, with an unknown fear,
Knowing there's no end to it.
Until he finally stopped, that realization hit me hard.
That I finally realized what I've done,
That I'd given everything up for a jerk,
Who tore my only heart into shards.
All the dears and the sweethearts that he'd said
Are now empty scars on my heart.
Which, dammit, is now broken.
Thanks to him, that fathead.
Also, who helped me awaken.

Abandoned

Beside the fence, on the barren ground,

I stand alone, all by myself.

Surrounded by filth and unattended weed

Thinking about the past, my old self.

About the times when I was clean and new,

With the names and the dates freshly carved in,

And when I was visited frequently

Moreover, when my exsistence had a meaning.

At my feet, lies a body, long forgotten,

But of great importance, when alive.

Can be predicted, from the amount of flowers he got

Thrice a day, or five.

My fellow brethren over there, you see?

Has been placed there, just a few days back.

All new , and everyone weeping around him.

The stone still loved, and intact.

My body's all rough and rugged,

With cracks and faults around my middle,

But still washed with memories, melodious and malicious ones,

And the stench of burnt candles.

Oh, how I wish, people would cry,

Around me all day,

Placing flowers on my bed, like they used to

Remembering the old man, all fragile and frail.

For people gain more importance when they die,

And others remember them more than they used to

When he was alive – as, in him,

People see more regret, than gratitude.

As the days pass by,

Nothing changes, stays as it is

People forget the one they lowered under me,

Silenced are the mourns and cries.

Memories fade, sorrows are forgotten.

People stop coming by, everyone's gone;

There's nothing left, right now.

Except for an abandoned gravestone.

Boredom

Quite familier with this word, eh? I know, I feel you, bro. Every single human being had  to deal with this tyrant at least once in their life times. You have no idea where it comes from, except that it simply does.  It's pathetic, really. Nothing to do, only roaming around like a jobless haggard. People who have work crave for a break, and people who have a serious case of boredom, crave for work. It's just the way it works. Boredom creeps in from the depth of the earth, surrounding you in its numerous veils and makes you crave for work. Nothing is worse than a feeling which makes you crave for work.

People are so weird.

Life is so weird.
Not exactly. I mean, 'life' is not like a solid substance, or an emotion, or like. It is everything a man can have. Its nature totally depends on the constituents  of life. Not life itself. Because life is nothing but a big void, full of certain things that are either chosen by you, or has been there since the beginning, put by fate, if that exists.
Just like life, the constituents are not less weird. Mainly, the people.
There are so many people in our lives.
Happy, sad, depressed, funny, cute, horrible, successful, kind-hearted, selfish and a thousand more varieties.
As we grow up, know people well, the only task we most concentrate in is to avoid them. Avoid people. Yep. Pretty much.
Okay, not exactly. But if we give it a thought, we certainly do. We either hate them, or they hate us, or there is mutual hatred between us. Not just hate, we avoid people just to avoid them. Yep. We do. We have no such reason, but we avoid them because we want to.
Then there are people we don't wanna avoid, but they avoid us, but we keep on getting in their way.
Also, people we can't live without.
These.....things  complicate the lives. Their own, as well as others'.
Normally termed as 'people'.

Hey there.

Hello there people. I'm Rupsa. This is my new blog.
I used to have a lot of difficulties, as to where I should pour myself out.  I have a pretty nice diary, with every single secret, and ambition, and feeling written there. Okay, I exaggerated. Not everything, but almost everything. It's not like I write on a daily basis. But there are also some things, that I crave to show to others. But I can't, out of fear of being judged. Or, maybe, I just can't trust them enough. Yep, trust's the main issue.

 But, I'm relying on this blog to make myself feel better. I'm going to write away the things I've always wanted to show to others. In the forms of maybe, what? Stories? Poems? Like that. This is an introductory post. Others coming soon.
Till then, dream like cumulonimbus. Don't let the others crush the clouds. :D