Volar words

Our souls were meant to be free but there are times and moments in which one feels trapped. Trapped in their bodies, Trapped in the moment, Caged in nothingness wanting to be freed. But the chains of our brain to our soul is always there keeping us confined. I hope you guys will really be able to relate to the scenario i am trying to portray in the following poem. In the cage of muscles and bone, A bird with the songs of blues, Hums a blunt depressed tone, With all the grey hues. The vivid aplomb creature, now lies weak and dusty, Not one confident feature, and her chains all rusty. Once berserk, reaching the heights, now broken, jilted in dark, the dulcet chirps and ambitious flights, Is all lost, without the spark. Caged inside me, lies dead beside me. if you liked this post please subscribe to my to blog and also share this with your friends. Thank you.

This is in no way making fun of depression and mental health or taking it very lightly. Its just something i wanted to share from my recent experience. 1) ACKNOWLEDGEMENT The biggest part and the most important part of celebrating yourself and celebrating whatever is happening to you is acknowledging it first. People are never gonna understand why you feel what you feel. They are going to label you "weak", "negative", "dumb" they will make you feel there might me something wrong with you. But that's the time when you step back, and analyse your own self and say to yourself that "You are what You are and there is nothing wrong to it, you might be feeling different from you regular self but it is still You and You are going to Love Yourself." Image source: Healthy place 2) LET IT GO The second thing to do is to Let Go, let go of the fact that this is wrong, that you need a shoulder and you need a friend. This is gonna be really ...

I've been watching youtube for the past 5 years. and almost i watch it daily for at least 2 hours and sometimes more. It is just such a creative and an open platform for everyone. So i have come up with top 5 channels that are my favourite and are really entertaining and you should really check these out. *these are my favs and there are many other great channels but i can't talk about all. Let's begin 5.  Tried&Refused productions. This channel is great, its full of dance tutorials and bollywood analysis. and i love their analysis of bollywood movies a lot, from most embarrassing scenes in bollywood to most pointless movies they analyse it all. They also do videos on really great movies and movies with realistic ending and such. A really great and subtly funny channel. Check it out:  TRIED&REFUSED PRODUCTIONS 4. Morgan Adams A crazy dysfunctional always unstable girl Morgan Adams who might also be the funniest girl on youtube. Just started her lif...

Like most of the writers, my poetry also comes from a dark place but this one is different. this one is light hearted and half-fried. more than any food item, i just love eggs. and nothing is more beautiful and tasty than a perfectly cooked half-fried egg. i hope you all enjoy this one. Freed from the calcium cage, lying on my dark, hot, oily pan, The crackling soothes my soul and waters my mouth, as the sodium chloride drips from my hand on the soft body. A yellow puddle, confined by the creamy white boundary, resting magnificently on my plate, Garnished with cheese parsley and some love, part soft and creamy and a part snapping hard, Nothing i eat gives me the pleasure, Like a half fried egg. if you also like food more than anything, please subscribe and share this post.

True love happens once.... Do you really believe it? OR You LOVED TRULY more than once? To conquer you is another quest, to let my fingers be forever lost in yours will be the epic love fest, my heart locked in yours forever, is another fall for me, hurt eyes adoring your presence, warmth of your eyes at its best. The untraced walk in the winter is so cliche, but with you by my side it is still so fresh, long lost promises are gonna be lost again, a piece will be cut from my heart and from my flesh, But loving you will make me forget the wounds. What i leave behind is all, for you, rest is what i take ahead, is a hold of you, on a somewhat broken rough path to the commitment and our affair, I bow down to you, my love, to let my fingers forever be lost in your hair. if you liked it please subscribe and share it with your friends.

Not a social expert but after all the bumpy rides of life, the friend circles, the family sagas and through my social self discovery i have come up with something fun. and it might get over dramatic but can't help.  Following are the parameters which will help you to determine your social score, are you really an introvert or an extrovert? PS: I am not judging your social life(or maybe i am) just a fun quiz. btw count your points and comment below what you got. A) Your friends made a plan what do you do? i-you simply agree and go out and have fun(3 pts) ii-you make some excuses but then you go out(2 pts) iii-you make great excuses and stay at home(1 pt) B) Your friends are not coming to the college or school........... i- you still go to the college and attend lectures(3 pts) ii- you think about going to the college but dont(2 pts) iii- you dont even think twice no friends no college(1 pt) C) You are feeling super thirsty and you don't have any water....... i...

Though i want to do a lot through my blog, mostly i want to create awareness regarding mental health and other social issues that need to be discussed a lot. Depression is a chain to your soul, that limits your mental and physical well being to a very small circle that could lead to a lot of harm. I just want to say that always take pride in your sadness, in your sufferings, in your brave self because "YOU MATTER" to yourself and to a lot of people who love you for you. I hope you guys like the following poem. My medals taken away, all the glory of my guiltless childhood, now just weeps and shatters with no sound. Hundred of pointed steel structures, pass through me, through the smiles, through the warmth and all the whites, left behind punctured and in ache of life. The seven day phenomenon isn't rainbow anymore, just a weak week one after the other one upping the before, days full of shame, nights full of guilt. Unfurled black threads hanging from my brai...

Mental health is one of the issues that can never be discussed enough. through this poem i really wanted to capture the dilemma and aches of having social anxiety. Social anxiety really takes a heavy toll on person. even the way i wrote with words falling one after another, is all to capture that tensed feel. I hope that i am able to convey the message in a proper way. Four walls, thirty-three people, exchanging words, smiles and lies, loud chatters and an unheard voice. My heart sweats, and forehead pounds, the words don't make sense, body warms up, brain freezes. Afraid and tensed, an eye might catch me, a mouth might talk to me, a word will break me. Salty liquid starts to roll, heavy eyes looking at the door, caught in the crowd, i want to be alone. if you liked it, please subscribe and comment. Also share it with your friends. *the image used is copyright free.

No cracklings of the untidy plates, no whispers of the water from anywhere, can't see any new scratches on the wooden floor, can't hear them fighting for a chocolate anymore. Partly burnt wood lies near the hearth, cold is my soul and colder is the house. The stellar castle of dreams big white home, is now just an unread address lost in the mail, the chirps of my chicks play a game of hide and seek, My love has left the nest with the food still in her beak. The pain is undeniable and the peace is haunting, never knew how long a day could be, when no one waits for you, never knew how quiet it could be, when no one is to be silenced. This poem is one of my favorite pieces that i have written. it talks about the loneliness of a Man whose wife and children have left him. sometimes the silence can be immense in this world of cacophony. i hope you enjoyed reading this. -AR.Khan

OFFICE My hands holding the paper of my failure, As they throw this majestic loser out of the majestic building, i didn't get the last day farewell, no good lucks for my future, no well wishers. HOME "You'll always be a loser tom, always" her gentle hands pushed me away, no goodbye kisses this time. she didn't even mind to close the door, while she left a loser, so sore. BATHROOM By my own,  Anguished, redundant, unwaged, unloved, I sit below the shower, cold water running on my body, my soul aches while my body is all numb, As i am drenched in sadness and cold water. I wrote this poem around a month ago.  sometimes no matter what you do, and how positive you try to stay things fall apart and you feel completely shattered and lost. one by one all things unfurl into some or the other disaster, from being fired to lost love to the showers of cold water. But its totally okay to feel all that. i suggest in t...