Spring

 

Its beautiful.

The tiny velvet blue petals and white dandelions, the sparrow and its hearth, the pine. The budding grass, lush and young, the marbled columns, long roads and the singing of the rare scarlet bird. Its magic and I have fallen for it many times but there is this dark place inside, where the night reigns and stars peek through sometimes, smoke and carnage, broken bones and tired limbs, grey and raven, overlapping and drowning, spring has not found a home yet. Not yet.

– Saadia

Color me Grey

 

The grey had found a home in the white, it consumed ruthlessly until it was dark and dull, like the sky had turned ashy. But it was beautiful, it was the color of death yet it felt like the beginning of all we never had, it was grey fog on our work of art but it was breathtaking.

Bronze, auburn and heather have their share of beauty but mauve is a breath of fresh air. The air tasted sharp the day grey took over, like droplets of water, the color of sea foam were dispensed somewhere inside. The air looked like the color of broken bones but it was stunning, like ivory had met stone.

Raven and ink have their share of hiding our scars but slate is the color of invincibility. The ground was soft the day grey took over, like its burden was already gone, like broken promises and unmet dreams had sailed away like dandelion seeds. The ground still looked shaken but it was bracing, like obsidian had met tangerine.

~ Saadia

Warmth

1. You may have a dark sky

Fractured by city lights

But I have an orange veil

That reminds me of summer nights.

And a promise that the sky holds

Our dreams and our ambition

Trying to make a sense

Out of one broken world.

So today, I pick up the pieces

And arrange them skyward

And I know that these colors

Will be enough

To form another sunset

Tinged with the warmth

Of a last hug.

– Saadia

In Vain

It is hard to know sometimes

If all you’ve done is enough,

Enough to give reason to life.

And in those times

It all seems to be

One big ,vain expedition.

So I’ll live between

A sense of  distrust

And a feel of toxicity

Until life makes sense

And loving doesn’t  feel

Like murder.

– Saadia

Frozen

This frozen lake,

and the sharp pine needles,

still linger like

its day one,

and the past wasn’t supposed,

to hurt ,

if you didn’t let it,

but I’ve always let it,

and tonight I am lying down,

taking a sip,

of broken stars ,

while its on my mind,

Is this all we have,

all we really are?

~ Saadia

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Broken Wings

Happiness has begun to hurt my chest

an unwelcome intruder

an unexpected guest,

The Broken Prince

Inspired by The Mortal Instuments

I never say this ( I should ) but whatever I do here is all due to the people who read my blog posts. Thank you so much to whoever is reading this. You are all the reason behind this post and much more 🙂

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Say goodbye to safe and sound

Let us try a few things together :

1. Living on the wire
2. Eating good food, the kind that nourishes us
3. Moving around more, being less stuck up
4. Connecting with nature
5. Pampering ourselves more
6. Praying more
7. Panicking less
8. Reading more books
9. Smiling more (fake it till you make it)
10. Being more fun, more enthusiastic
11. Learning to let go
12. Being tipsy ( non alcoholic type) once in a while and jam out
13. Travel more
14. Sing out loud
15. Live very , very LOUD

~ Saadia

P.s. Do you people want me to do Journal Entries here on my blog. Let me know in the comments 🙂

When Tomorrow Comes

My family had always been mediocre in its needs and desires, had bread-earners, a loving bond and a cozy bed to sleep in . What else could I possibly need? That was what i thought until I stepped out into the world, with the luxury, the bliss of having every thing that catches one’s eye and as anyone else, i was enchanted. And that too in totality. I loved to be trendy , following whatever my peers did with a blindfold. Skinny jeans, Over-sized button downs, studded sneakers, voluminous hair , eyeliner and what not. That phase hung over me for half a year, and finally, after all , I freed myself of the blindfold. I saw the reality- harsh but utterly true. They say that better be hurt by a truth than comforted with a lie. Very well said. I opened my eyes and stepped outside of the bubble I’d lived in, I came to feel the uncertainty that I never knew when my time would come to die , I’d been irresponsible, never knowing that this world was just a hallucination, a test for what was yet to come.

Then began the revolution. I freed myself of the mundane wishes of being trendy, up to date with the foolish examples set by peers, I paved another path, which I today , being honest am proud of. I tried to and continue trying to adorn my hereafter, the ocean , I am yet to face. i am another person today, the person i had never thought of being, I changed and am happy to be alive, aware of the vulnerability of this world- knowing that maybe tomorrow wont come. But if tomorrow comes, I hope that I continue to push myself on the path I’ve carved in the places where only rocks met my eyes, i hope to be a better me- a satisfied, content ‘me’.

You can steer towards the right path too if you’re trying to venture out from your callous or complacent life as every revolution begins with a spark.

~ Saadia

See where you stand

I feel that the people who are prosperous or from affluent backgrounds overlook others’ conditions. They forget that not every country is developed , not everyone can afford the lavish lifestyles they enjoy, not everyone is a millionaire, not everyone has money to spend on the things they’d like to have , not everyone has basic necessities , not everyone lives in mansions and not everyone drives a Mercedes

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People who live in the socially and economically developed areas of the world do not know or understand that there are people who live in disputed regions , war torn areas, who are victims of the lust for power of their rulers, who see murders and assaults in front of their eyes, who don’t live the life they do. Not everyone belongs to the unprivileged class and not everyone is an untouched spectator but most of the people are. People complaining about not having the perfect fall candle don’t know that there are people who live 24/7 without electricity, people complaining about not having the right to property don’t know that there are people with no right to liberty or democracy, people complaining about not having the perfect house decor don’t realize that there are people who sleep under the stars, people who complain about not having an ideal lipstick don’t know that there are acid victims somewhere else.

Open your eyes and see where you stand and be thankful because 775 million people can’t even read this.

~ Saadia