Gladiolus Life

I’m someone who writes about life a lot and talks about small details in life which many just don’t notice. But I do and maybe too much, as all the small parts and insignificant gestures or moments for others are weirdly significant to me. This twisted habit of mine sometimes helps me a lot and sometimes just destroys me from the core. However, now I’m trying to overlook little things which are actually not that important. Life, in general, has shown me a lot of things in a very short period of time and maybe to all of us, from which parts of it were meant to happen, parts of it occurred due to my mistakes. From some parts, I learned a lot of things, some incidents completely changed my personality and some I just couldn’t accept. Maybe still can’t but I’m trying to embrace them as they are. Another realization I’ve come to is that whatever happens life doesn't wait for anyone. It flows naturally and you have to run, walk or crawl in this wheel of life as there are no exceptions. T...

“How would you define Love?” he asked, his eyes searching for a hint of emotion.  These words and his gaze unleash a tsunami of emotions in my heart, compelling me to choose wisely. “It’s a hassle,” I say with narrowed eyes and a hint of smirk, trying to hide my haze. “How can you say that? Have you ever fallen in love?” I knew he would counterattack me with this question. I sighed, closed my eyes and said “No, but I’ve seen people falling out of love”. “Falling in and out of love is natural. If you’ve seen people falling out of love, you would have also seen the beauty of falling in love,” he strikes me back with severity in his probe. I pause for a moment, trying to absorb the bittersweet sensation of his answer. “Falling in love is always behind the scenes. No one knows how it happened or started, but when one falls out of love, it’s like a huge rock shattering and everyone can see those bits of the rock. Falling out of love is never behind the scenes,” I say with hesitation...

  This is just to say, as you’re more to me than I can imagine  With all the things which have happened Life with you is like a bouquet of flowers Exuding all the lovely scents and colours. However, the last of the blossom withers But your love for me is eternal And it is the same from the heart of mine As I love you endlessly with a blindside. I know those five letters won’t heal your wound Yet believe me when I say I’m way too drowned But even though I do care more about you than myself As life without you is a complete hell itself. I know all these words may feel like blur actions But I swear on god my life without you is the same reaction Hurting you does not even exist on my list Unknowingly the idea is always dismissed There is nothing which I’ve done intentionally I promise.

     “You can be the moon and still be jealous of the stars” by Garry Allan Jealousy is an emotion that has always left me unsure of who I am. I am aware that everyone views this as being negative in a clichéd way. I might concur with this to some extent, but every situation has two sides. Why is it impossible for jealousy to have a positive side? We all possess the psychological traits that make the sensation of jealousy a perfectly natural human behavior. We are all involved, whether consciously or unconsciously, in this complex emotional game of envy. Considering whether our feelings are accurate? If feeling jealous of a friend’s success is you being evil or hating them? Or if feeling envious of your partner's friend indicates that you don't have enough faith in them? My honest opinion is that the moment you start trying to harm a friend or acting in a way that causes them to stumble and you to rise is the moment you start turning evil. You must acknowledge tha...

There were moments when I’ve felt the love I feared On those difficult times when nothing seemed clear Yet I mustered courage, took my past and all the pain as a souvenir   When I wished for nothing more in life and wanted it all to disappear. I say I’ve seen life with a full three sixty-degree angle But still, as I grow I find pieces of me yet to untangle When people ask me questions I radiantly handle But deep down it all quelled and makes me strangle. Imagine if people came into my life with some introductions As they let me know how to deal with them with some instructions I wonder if then there will be room for some destruction Or will they continue to have arbitrary preconceptions? I am aware that the writing I am doing is a blend of reality and fantasies Given the  fact that not only me but we all have experienced various fallacies Trying to fight and deal with our inner demons and numerous enemies After all and everything deep in our hearts, we need these scenario...

"As if the booming storm has made the world seem clearer than ever." I have tucked this phrase away in my mind. Possibly for longer than that, as my thoughts wavered! I came to the conclusion that writing in particular, along with expressing myself and outlining my thoughts, best represents who I am. I was always coming up with new content ideas. Or feeling inspired to create poetry while it's raining. Even though I made the decision not to, I continued to wait to determine if this was what I wanted out of life. As if I desired the commonplace cycle of life! A writer, novelist, or poet, however, is always fantastic and weird in their own way. I'll admit to being crooked and wanting to live in my bubble and it is something I'll pick above all else. My constant excitement comes from sharing with you all the searing flavour of how I perceive this world through the prism of my twisted self. Because I was unable to express how I was feeling in writing, there are moment...