why do the people who think the most,do the least?

why do the people who spend their day in dreaming,achieve the least?

why do the people who smile the most,have sad stories to tell?

why do the people who kill are the very one’s who’ll do anything for their family?

Why do some of the most beautiful people have the ugliest heart’s?

why do the some of the not so good looking people have one of the most magical hearts?

why do we do what we  do?




worth it

Apologies are easy to say but hard to mean……telling someone that you are “SORRY”,isn’t that difficult but actually meaning it and saying it because you understand the pain you have actually caused the other person is as tough as it sounds.I have said and heard ,fake and real apologies and trust me there’s a huge difference in both of them.

Today I want to say sorry from the bottom of my hurt to the people who i have hurt ,the people who i ignore,the people who i torture for no reason

and lastly i want to say sorry to myself….sorry that I don’t get up in the morning just because I am too lazy too,sorry because I can’t stay awake to study but i can too watch movies,sorry because I can’t understand what is important and whats not ,sorry because i give up on everything just because I think my parents will always find me another way

I am so sorry for giving up on you before even realizing who you are.

It’s easy to say sorry to everyone but can you understand what it means to apologise to your self.

No matter what happens ,never give up……be who you are…….. and hey YOU …..trust me

you are worth it!!




words which were never said

stories which were never meant to be

words which have no meaning anymore

hearts which were torn apart

Things which happen for no reason hurt the most.So many questions ,so many answers ,so many sorries,so many feelings…..unexpressed feelings which have no place to go.Music gives an escape to fill the void or the pain.






The Scarlet Scar


As she looks down her hand

she can see it.

A line,a bruise,a cut,a scar

whatever it may be it’s there.

tears swell up in her eyes

she dares to touch it

her small fragile fingers touch the marks

they’re deeper than she thinks

reality hits her as she falters to get up

she gasps for air but in vain

using all her strength she screams

a scream which she herself couldn’t hear

as her head is about to hit the ground in defeat

her eyes open

it was just a dream

she looks down her hand again

a bright scarlet scar stares back at her

a scar which didn’t take her life

but taught her a lesson

a lesson she’ll remember

throughout her precious life