The scribblings

 Why does everybody wants to change me? Don't do this. Do that. You're doing it wrong. C'mon man, give me a break! I am human. A normal human born from the womb of my mother. I can't be perfect in everything. No matter how often you correct me or how hard I try, I just can't be. PERFECT. So please, learn to accept my flaws, my insecurities, my imperfections. Because that is who I am, and that is how I want to be.

It's easy being carried away by your emotions when those hormones run high through your veins, making you realise that whatever you're doing is correct.  But then the man sitting there, with grey hair and dull eyes, who constantly checks you for anything wrong has sure got more experience than you do. And perhaps doesn't want you to repeat the same mistake he once became a victim of. 

I’M A DREAMER! I run, I fall;  I toddle, I crawl; I fight, I hide; I kill, I die;  I dance, I sing; I drown, I swim;  I cry, I laugh;  I kiss, I love. I do everything I wish for. In my dreams, I live a thousand lives at once. FOR MORE, CHECK OUT MY NEW BOOK "   THE SCRIBBLING" by ALIYA QAMAR AVAILABLE ON AMAZON KINDLE

                                         TEARS OF LOVE   Tell me you still love me.                                                          Tell me you  still care.                                                                Tell me you still remember my strange fragrance,                    and my beautiful hair.                                                                That you still have the guts,                                                      to bear my foolish temper.                                                    Tell me you still remember to calm me,                                   And make me smile again.                                                                                      Wake up now.                                                                                    Wake up and call my  name.                                                            Wipe those tears and embrace me in your arms again,                    Just as yo

Me and my best friend have nothing in common, yet we share an inseparable bond. It's true, people usually get attracted to and fell for those having qualities and characteristics completely opposite to theirs. Different personalities are usually the one that carry along till the very end while the similar ones just stick around for a little while.

There's more to me than just a beautiful face, A cute smile and a humble phase A crazy mind and a caring heart, There's more to me than what you just see much more than that.

They say, "You don't trust yourself. You lack confidence." Yes I don't, I don't because, Everytime I believe myself, I fail. I get stuck when I should be running, Yet again, again, and again. And with that they tell me to win the race. How can I? You tell me how can I? And if you think I didn't try,  Trust me I did. I tried to get up, every single time I fell. Every single time I fight myself.  Trying to convince me, "It's not over yet. You can still do it." But what if my legs don't move. What if this getting up, falling, getting up again and falling again Has worn me out. And then you say I don't trust myself.

I want to die. Seeing this arrogant world collapsing and myself In this state of mind I just want to die. But I can't. I can't take my own life  Nor do I have the right to. Then I decide to ask for it. But I can't do that either. Because there are some irresistible small pleasures of this world that keeps me dragging back. Love; for instance. Love of my parents, friends and every other person I'm attached to. And finally my inconsistent desire to be loved by someone special. Someone whom I could call my own, And mine alone.

Yesterday, after thinking for a long time I pranced upon the conclusion that all this sadness and envy is because we expect too much from others. Soon after my inner self replied, "Why do you expect from others. Ask your God. This world doesn't hold much to satisfy your expectations." 

Learn the art to talk to yourself.  I know it sounds crazy but you should. Learn to praise yourself, be angry with yourself, check yourself where you are wrong.  Learn to apologise yourself, make promises to your own self. Learn to discuss every single problem with yourself, and trust me the answer follows. Learn to embrace yourself, praise yourself when you feel dull. Learn to be your own friend, guide, mentor. Create a special bond with yourself.  Learn to actually love yourself. 

I might seem quite, calm and cheerful to you But nobody knows the storm raging inside me.

I'm sorry dear one , I  can't be yours completely. Consider me a selfish or whatever you feel like But part of me will continue loving itself

I'm more crazier than you think😏 My mind works in the most extraordinary way. And even after knowing everything, I end up asking the most shitiest question among the assembly of learned. But I like it! Because it's this awkward, crazy, uncommon mind of mind that makes me who I am, DIFFERENT. 

Someone asked me once,  “When do you look the most beautiful?”                                                    I say in the morning.                                  After I get up from my bed;                                                                                           with my hair untied and lips uncoloured.                                                                           And nothing to hide those pimples and imperfections on my face.                                      In that state I look at the mirror and say                                                                              “Damn it! You’re so beautiful.”                                                                  And no matter what the world think about me,                                                                                           I realize, the beautiful me is the real me.

It doesn't pain when you are hurt. But it pains more when it heals. 'Cause every step of healing makes you temember the way you were hurt.

Everyone's mind doesn't work in the same way. And if I don't understand anything, I don't. No matter how simple it may be. Because even though it may seem a 'PIECE OF CAKE' to you, it still holds a great importance for me.

I run; I fall I totter; I crawl I fight; I hide I kill; I die I dance; I sing I drown; I swim I cry; I laugh I kiss; I love. I do every thing I wish for. In my dreams, I live a thousand lives at once.