Heaven!💜

Can u feel a building reciting a poetry?
Can u feel a building narrating a story?
When I look back at some of my school memories a stalk of merry mellow feelings overwhelm me n I  jump into black n white world of nostalgia.
I think we were destined to see dis masterpiece.
The rain kissed d mountains, the earth n d picturesque scenes of our mini mahableshwar proved to be so beautiful....
We bemused in thoughts of dis nature
Lost in d drizzles used to go everyday.
The sunshine d shadows...
Massive grounds n d humble trees who bow to us
The built built building n d unbuilt spaces left back a scar in my mind forever....
Moist eyes were a sign of finding wat school life is
A kinda poetry
A kinda melody
A symphony...
A place where I was made...a place which is future of many places....a place to find peace...a place where every corner has a memory....a place indefinable it is!

WE

Okay!
So here's this one
I am gonna write something different from the regular whatever I write!

One day I was waiting for my bus and there I saw a sisters duo.
I heard some of their conversations
There was something tragic happened in the family.
SHE failed or scored less in one of her subject and was being scolded by her sister.
I think she was a topper maybe(by their talks) and the expectations of her sister was high!
In anger there was a statement made by her sister"BIN BAAP KI LADKIYA HATSE NIKAL HI JATI H!"
And yes this was the statement even u have heard of or even spoke!
The girl despite trying not to show but she burst out crying!
Being a fatherless daughter I felt her!
And thought of writing this
This isn't a professional article I post every time but I think of this as a Emotional harassment!
We really need to overcome this thing!
This society is worst in this manner!

Not only fatherless daughter but even son or motherless person
This society doesn't have any right to abuse. Yes! This is something called as abusing. Torture!

And yess
Bin bap ki ladki or ladka they say
They have no right to say that
Ya its not that they aren't  present its just that they are not visible.
Thats it!
Having a dad is having backbone to ua body its like you build self-confidence with every single talk to him.
You'll  have experienced the genuine n real talk to him it is so damn satisfactory.
Its not that WE don't  get that thing WE talk to him every day and night
There's  some connection you just feel that yess u get that sixth sense
Yes when you're  low there comes something so beautiful that its him that's there!
When he gets ill have you seen some sudden change taking place!
Thats what the real love you have!
Thats what missing feels like!
Thinking of him nd gettinga call is so special at that time
Sometimes do u see some pictures and say
Wat could i do without them(family)
I am so obsessed with them.

The thing to say was just to say appreciate whatever u have nd dont blame someone else or even your self  for not having something.
Try to self love.
Try to give uaself time.
Cry whenever YOU breakdown.
Don't just hate uaself dont keep uaself down.
Self love is the key!
Hope for the best!
Hustle and hustle!
How much and wherever u can!
Live and love!

I went too out of my way!
But its okay
Its OK to be rude!
Its OK to be selfish!
Its OK to be loved!
Its OK to be hated!

GIVE UASELF IMPORTANCE
DON'T IGNORE UASELF
EMBRACE UA FLAWS!
LOVE UASELF MORE THAN ANYONE ELSE!

I am still here!

Its been too long since I've found myself lost in an oblivion, trying to find out words that woud somehow fight the inability of my silence which failed to let u know what u meant to me!!

I tried to find u in morning sky, thinking that I would imagine the clouds lining together to form ua beautiful face, bt i ended up watching self in it. A clear sky, empty to be precise, JUST LIKE ME!

I've kissed u n even inhaled the smoke through ua lips into my lungs yet now I find myself suffocating  from fresh air that lingers with ua absence around me!!

Every morsel n each drop of life that sustains my life seems tasteless, just because it doesnt carry sweetness of u in it!!

I read somewhere that love isnt love bt a form of worship. N i cant help bt think about all those times about when i told u how I found  GOD in the words of The Obsolete or during the Times when I spent all my nights listening to Coldplay,
Thinking about music n heaven.

My playlist now consists of just our silent conversations which I've kept on repeat. N i only read the words we once wrote to each other.

I hope I could listen ua voice.
Maybe ua absence is truly divine.
Maybe ua d stone I bow down everyday.
Or the wall where i confess my wishes n cry.

I'm lost in an oblivion.
Trying to find myself in fragments in ua absent existence.

I'm still here.
Come find me.
   - Arzoo♥