Sky Or The Canvas?

Sky or the canvas?

"Why the sky refuses,

to lose its colour,

get bleached,

and portray what our hearts feel?

Isn't this a betrayal,

on her part,

to refuse us the luxury,

to display our hearts to the world,

and drown itself in our misery?

Why it has to be so unbothered,

uncaring,

and bring new mornings each day,

making us stand out in the happy looking world?"

"How many hearts must she have?

Before she can feel ya cry?

And how many deaths must she die,

to show your blood on the sky?

Sometimes, your hearts want to laugh till they cry,

Sometimes, your hearts want to lay down and die.

One sky is common for countless of hearts,

Ain't she no illusion, no imagination of arts,

that she will look a mysterious mess of paints,

And like a lovely mother, hear each of yours complaints!"

-Vanshika

"I sometimes think that people’s hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what’s at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while."

Haruki Murakami

To allow people to treat you bad is the second biggest mistake. First is, the people themselves.

Oh the day I'll stop thinking of people as a vessel for measuring my worth!

I've never felt more pained after realising that I may be the one who's left behind. Those who were around me are probably having the best times of their lives while I am dead stuck to the memories that fade a little everytime I reminisce them. It is not good to be left behind. And it is even more bad to be left behind while under the illusion that I was the one to leave.

-VS

Them: What you upto these days?

Me: Constantly holding a fight with myself, not able to come in terms with everything around, not finding peace in any corner of my room and still determined to become the best of myself.