The Scribbler

I saw ashes of some fallen angels this time I fell I saw hearts of some beautiful witches this time I fell I saw damaged armors of some defeated knights I saw some incomplete plans of their lost battles There was this smell of blood and fragments of their dreams There was this vacuum silence with only fragments of screams  They all told me that it is better place They told me that here's nothing to chase No glory to be found, no honor to be lost No dreams to hold, no paths to mold, No one to fall in love with, no one to compete with Seemed like a brilliant idea, lying in peace and no problem to deal with Then came across this terrible guy who I believe is a bit shy He lives in my mirror but surely isn't mine He says that it's not that screwed up and will be fine There's something about him that I don't know Why he cries when the problems are not his own He tells me not to give a fuck what people say He tells me to get

Someday it'll all fall in place. Someday the days will shine like my dreams told me, Someday I'll be over land and skies, Someday I'll jump over the ledge without my face on ground, Someday my wings will open up, Someday it'll all fall in place, Someday it'll all make sense. Someday I'll rest over the mountains, Someday there'll be no pain, Someday it won't matter to me, Someday they won't question me, Someday I won't bleed, Someday I won't cry. Till then, let me be weak, let me fall again, till then let me cry, till then scar me as you want, till then let them call me crazy, till then let me not see the truth, till then just let me be mine, till then let nobody touch my world, till then let nobody see my scars. I know Someday it'll all fall in place, Someday the days will shine; I’ll be over lands and skies, and Someday it'll all fall in place......... Someday and at someplace.

Before I say anything, I really want to convey that this piece is highly gender neutral. I am not writing for guys specifically or girls. No matter, if you are a tough Martian or belong to Venus, it hurts equally bad. Blame it on your ex, circumstances, third parties or any bloody thing on the planet, the truth is that when relationship ends we all are usually in the same phase. Although some would say that breakup didn’t matter at all to their ex then I would say that may be relationship never existed for them. Okay now after the customary disclaimer, what can I advise you that other people haven’t. I pondered upon the question and even considered naming this post ‘How to deal with breakup in 5 simple steps’ or may be ‘Get over your ex in just 6 days’. But I guess you already know that stuff: don’t be alone, spend time with friends, adopt some activity, and throw away their stuff and blah… blah… blah. Would it help? I’m sure these things are very quite important bu

Just another girl I declare to break up with this damn thing Coz there is nothing my messenger could now bring    No matter for how long I stare on this thing It won’t flash the name I am missing No matter for how long my world is dirty My inbox will always show up to be empty No matter if it witnessed my life's best phases Now its just an enemy with cold gazes No matter whatever tune ever rings Sounds me some haunted chills There was a time when we were together You were my god sent messenger The names you flashed were musical notes The texts you showed were synconized chords Now my black cat is flashing claws Seems like some never ending pause I declare to break up with this damn thing I know I am gruelling and complaning Because there is nothing my messenger would now bring

About to part away Breakup is usually seen as the point where you plan to end your relationship but for people who had experienced it will surely verify that it’s not just a point but is actually a whole process. Breakup is the period when you try to get over the person you are attached to so strongly. The several nights you stay up to find what went wrong, the emptiness around when you see two people walking hand in hand at streets, the hatred you develop for yourself. The feeling on the thought of someone holding her hand, the feeling that there is nothing you can do about it, everything is breakup, it is like breaking up from the person you really were and no matter what you claim, you cannot be the same person again. It’s not that people didn’t break up before you and there will be many after you also but the question always remain with no answers   Why me?