Mumbling of a wolf

Then there was that moment when you looked at her. It wasn't anything new, you see her all the time but in that moment, looking at her felt new, her face felt new. She felt new, unknown and beautiful than ever before. She might not be having silky hair floating as the wind moves but you see her with her flicks dancing on her cheeks, secrets knitted in her tangled hair and you get an urge to unravel them. Her skin might not be white-toned, instead a bit dark complimenting her deep dark eyes, which always tells you that she's hiding stories you are willing to listen to, for an entire night under an open sky. She might not have curvy waist but her curved eyeliner makes you wonder if the eyeliner also falls in love everytime it sticks above those big sparkling eyes. Her lips might not take a shape of a perfect curve making her cheeks go all pink but you know the sound of her carefree laugh makes you fall in love with her, again. She might not be good eno...

Dear confused mind, I know you care for me, you want me to be satisfied and successful. You keep comparing me with those people you have seen back then with those beautiful physique and glittering attires. You keep comparing me with people who have achieved unrealistic things in their life and remind me to be like them. Just for a change, I was thinking about you when I realized few things so I am writing them to you. Success is a hypothetical term, defined to make someone feel motivated for further journey and not to make them feel less of themselves. Instead you watch people on social media and wish my life was like them, that lifestyle with high ranks in college, 5.6ft height to complement 28in waist, 6 packs with perfect beard. Stop comparing me with them, I am not them. So, unfollow every account which makes you envious. Some people achieve their goals by the age of 20 because they have been working on it since they were 15, I have achieved my goal of scoring ...

Sleeping in a large hall, I was excited about the next day event. I went to sleep imagining things I have to do tomorrow. Imagining things? Well, usually it's my most favorite thing to do because I can forget other things and have a low-key soothing time. Few minutes before I woke up, I could feel his aroma around me. I could recognize it because of his past attempts of trying and partly succeeding in having a so-called conversation/meeting with me, which I definitely didn’t want. How could I do that? I was taught very clearly, "Never talk to a stranger". It didn’t take me long to wake up and find him sitting next to me and staring back at me. I was confused, confused what to feel. Uncomfortable under my own skin, alone in a hall full of people, regrettable for being a girl, disgusted of him being a man or I think, may be, scared? I managed to wake up and sit back when he took a step or two back, he asked, “water? You were asking for water to your mother yesterday ...

I wonder how I end up being in front of him in a totally unknown place, at totally unexpected, unwanted times, is that the destiny or just a coincidence? But Do coincidences repeat every time? I don't know.    He's that one guy with the most determined walk whom I'd like to stalk. Ohh his Lips, red like wine; his biceps, I want them to be mine. He, the cooler, cuter and more open minded than others, I wish I could take it a bit further. Ohh wait, Flirt? No, he's more than that, a true soul who never calls me fat.   He's that one guy who warns me and says 'Stay away from me' and guess what, those words are the reason I'm more attracted towards him, like a magnet at a glim. 'I'm worth hating' be his tag line but how can someone hate the Cutest smile.  He's that one guy who doesn't judge me based on what I share but funnily diverts the topic by commenting on my flair.   But He's also that one guy who says ...

'Don't be a child, think practically', 'Stop making fun of things and take them seriously', 'Plan and work for your future instead of daydreaming about foolish things', pretty much normal lines to drag you into a real world and make you a working robot. A good prescription for your disease called 'abnormal behavior!'. Being in a different world of your own, imagining things and living the life you know you can't have or things that won't happen, is it so abandoned when you cross your so called teenage? If adult-ing means leaving my dream world behind then I choose not to grow up so fast. So fast that I won't be able to cope up with the surrounding world. So fast that my thoughts will be drenched and will no longer be able to have their own space out of your confined world. When my mind can no longer handle the stress I've been carrying or when I'm overloaded with real life problems, I choose to flow in a world full of poss...

(For those who are continuously asking me the reason behind my strange behavior. Hope this article will comfort you for coming few days. Until I am normal.) My heart is heavy right now, filled with so many feelings. My legs are weak enough to carry the load of my mind. I want to cry my heart out. I want to know the reason behind my sleepless nights and convert these crowded, mixed, annoying thoughts into a sloppy piece of paper. And I can't even explain it to myself what's exactly going on but I am still struggling to make you understand why I am behaving like this. Will you be able to understand me? I am disturbed, internally. I don't care about my long, beautiful hair anymore. I don't care what I am going to wear tomorrow, anymore. It doesn't even matter anymore. The sun is trying to spread his brightest ray of light on me but my darkness is making him feel less of himself. The calm moon tried to lower the rage within me, but little did he know tha...

A random comment from some random person can still make me think for hours and make me loose my sleep, dive deep into myself, just to examine my till-date life and judge myself to analyse if I have done something wrong to rightfully 'deserve' those comments. The comments they made are now in the past but I am still trying to pull my soul with me in the present, which apparently seems to be lost in the streets of those loud commentators. My head was bruised from thinking so far. My eyes finally opened the gates for the rivers of my soul, they call it tears these days. I went to sleep with music in my soul, drenched in the melody of every word they spoke.  And now, every time when I am out, I can feel those eyes rolling over me, trying to judge my so-called character just for their future gossips. I know I did nothing wrong but I am still guilty, guilty in the eyes of those who doesn't even matter to me. I am still trying to convert myself from my earlier Okay to...

My soul is now a painful land where you once landed to watch the battle between my heart and my brain. The scars from that battle are still fresh enough that no one ever visited this living flesh and blood the way you did. It’s been a while since you left, but the glorified sun still fools me with your shadow and the stormy nights play with my dreams like it’s a toy. My subconscious mind is continuously thanking the wet pillow for making me dry from inside and thanking that single song for helping me to stay strong, all alone. The echo of your laugh, the familiar smell of your perfume in the air, everything is killing me from inside. It’s like each of them are taking a U- turn to your place to remind me of your presence. I am alive with my incomplete sleep and our dreams attached, fighting with myself to make it a bit better life without you. Sometimes, the telephone of happiness rings in an empty warehouse of memories just to clear the dust from your frame. I have unpo...

A cup of coffee wasn’t enough to collect all the courage that was needed to look into his eyes, to get comfortable enough to talk with him. My jacket, as usual, making me look more nervous and restless. My brain, which is usually flooded with all the thoughts and never-ending topics, has now peacefully resigned itself for next one hour. And I am still busy making unsuccessful attempts of finding a single topic to start with. My coffee mug still confused whether to keep that spoon with him or to be alone on its own, without the spoon. In my overall settling process, his eyes still focused on me, observing the struggle which is made to fit in that chair with a coffee mug in my hands and a storm in my head. He said he noticed my nervousness of our first meeting. He said he noticed the marks on my face that are left behind to compliment my puberty. It took him just a few seconds to realize that I am constantly fleeing in my head for a conversation, trying to avoid the eye conta...

An organized efforts to give women the same economic, social and political rights as men, is the definition of feminism. The idea of feminism was introduced so that women will be free from all the injustice. They can also get a chance to put their views in any important topic, which was a rare phenomenon back then. Like I guess, since ancient times, women generally had no say in serious matters and that's why Feminism was introduced. And well well, time has finally changed now. Women have equal opportunities as men, they can explore the world if they want to. But recently, feminism has become a point of argument. People are talking and literally fighting on this topic. Is it really required now? Now, when everything has started falling into its place! Actually, the word feminism is misunderstood nowadays. Feminism was meant for the women empowerment, equal earning opportunities and most importantly, political and legal equality. It isn't a race about who will earn more...