Life Is Short, Live Everyday....

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Growing up in this world is strange.

As people get older,

friends become the family they choose,

and family-by-birth?

well, it starts to come second to everything.

It grows apart.

It becomes stranger.

Strangers, whom we aren't responsible for,

whom we don't wish to understand,

whos presence start to make us feel embarrassed.

And relatives, oh, the biggest villains of us GenZs.

They make our lives miserable, they lower our self esteem, they gossip a LOT!

Really? Hmmm,

Well, were they the villains when they clapped for you while you had two left feet?

Were they the worst, when they gave you gift money as blessing every time they saw you?

Were they the gossipers when they spread smallest of your success in whole wide world?

Yeah, growing up here is strange,

Where Strangers become family ,

And family...

It becomes too much to handle...

-mauli

Me and The Mirror

I was happy. I looked in the mirror, I looked beautiful. I was happier. I was sad, I looked into the mirror, I cried. I looked miserable. I didn't want to, so, I faked a smile and it turned real. I was happy again. I was angry. I looked in the mirror, my ego was hurt. I broke the mirror. Now all I see, are the broken pieces of the world and me. (4.6.19)

sometimes, you NEED to feel better, you NEED to be happier. Why?

for the sake of this world.

To appreciate the humanity that still remains. To look at the sunrise and sunset.

To tell your mom you love her, to tell your dad you love him. To, for once, tell your sibling that they are precious. to hate them again after.

To pet your dog or cat or hamster or horse or pig or any specie and let them know that their little lives mean bigger to you than anything.

To plant a tree and see it grow and fruit under your care.

To see green. and blue, and yellow, and red and f**king every colour we cant imagine.

To listen to people talking and living and find someone to talk and live with.

To love, to eat, to sleep, to repeat.

To leave a legacy as a human no one else is

To appreciate the fact that you, who had 1 in a billion chance to be formed inside your lifegiver, lived on and did what we call thriving, on this planet of fascinations.

for the sake of yourself and the life you lived and the space-time you travelled.... sometimes, you NEED to live, in order to live....

-mauli

Just found it at the time in my life where i was asking myself, "why isnt my life and ME normal? Why cant i be carefree and reckless and ignorant for once!?" Here, my inspiration just gave me the answer...

“No one is remembered for being normal.”

— Albert Einstein

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Why do i write ?

Why am i even here?

Maybe in hope.

Maybe in desperation.

Maybe is anticipation.

Maybe because I'm a little tired every now-and-then.

Maybe because i dream of being heard, just a little, for once.

Maybe i wish, that at least someone would hear a tiny piece of my soul here, and in all anonymity, not judge me for once.

Maybe someone would read me, and not get sad, and not feel guilty, and not feel sorry, and not worry ,just be there.

Maybe that's why this scribbling is sacred. Maybe that's why i keep coming back. Maybe the insecurities i never used to have, maybe my suddenly empty social life, maybe the creepy monotony hands me my pen.

To blurt out a little and to breathe a little. Maybe that's why i write.

Maybe to live a little.

Maybe.

-mauli

Scribbles on the Sky turned 1 today! I can't thank you all enough for making this year a memorable one on Tumblr even though I went through many ups and downs...Really, i wish this community stays the way it is... btw I am back on Tumblr after academic break and can't wait for getting to know so many more of you amazing people!

The Artist

What are we here for

If not

To become the spectators 

Of the cosmic artwork

Unfolding before our eyes

The cosmic artwork

Of a blue sky

With rose strokes across

As the sun's about to die

Over the far horizon

Only to be born again

The next present

With a new light

The cosmic artwork

Of the birds singing, 

On birth of light 

Each sunrise, of the clouds

Swaying and changing hues

The cosmic artwork

Of each little life itself

The chaos seemingly random

Binding us all with one life

Of the artist itself.

The cosmic artwork

That created nature,

The mother herself

For she's the artist of 

the cosmic art,

Her eyes glittered in awe

Of her own self.

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True , so true , and sometimes those teachers mean more to you than they are expected to by the world.... The good ones are so underrated

getting compliments from teachers does blessings to one's self-esteem