When others were doing this, I was doing that

When others were playing with toys and barbies,

I was playing kho-kho, hide & seek, and badminnton.

 

When others were watching movies,

I was playing remote games and watching kid’s shows.

 

When others were studying in class,

I was playing Tip-Tap with my friends under the desk.

 

When others were worrying over their first terminal exam,

I was eating candies and chewing gums.

 

When others were playing games which I played in third,

I was choosing dare in spin the bottle.

 

When everyone started turning bad, breaking basic rules,

I was on the track of breaking tube lights and desks with my gang.

 

When others’ parents were called for good grades and small complaints,

My parents were called for me being a cupid and a constant rule-breaker.

 

When other were breaking rules to be cool,

I started pin-pointing the rule breakers.

 

When others started doing kiddish things,

I became mature.

 

When others were mugging up textbooks,

I was entering a world of novels.

 

When others were being fun,

I was being serious.

 

When others were slow,

I was fast.

 

When others were talking about relationships,

I was chattering about my career.

 

When others were trying to create a new world,

I was losing myself in Potter’s world.

 

When others were living life drinking and smoking,

I was living life being a nerd.

 

When others were making hundreds of new friends,

I was focusing on my old friends and touching hearts of a few people only.

 

When others were trying to hoodwink their friends,

I was creating an unbreakable bond with my friends.

 

And now when others are dancing in a club, eating plush food, clicking selfies.

Me and my friends were dancing crazily on cheap songs, eat street food, and click pictures making weird faces.

 

 

My friends have always supported me, been there during my crazy times, co-operated with me, and understood me, and after all that they still respect me the way I am. I thank them, will always do, they motivated me to be what I am, and they on the other hand became a weird like me.

 

 

This I wrote not just for myself or my friends, it’s for thousands of people out there who think they are weird, but can relate to my life. Guys chill, we’re not weird, we are just living life on weird terms and conditions. People would probably take this as a joke, so let them, have we ever cared ? No.

 ~anothergirlwithfantasies 

TONIGHT

Tonight I am crestfallen,

And a bit lonely.

The demons are shrieking,

And I need you to hold me.

 

Tonight I crave you,,

And I wonder why.

Life is messed up,

But hopes are high.

 

Tonight I ponder,

About my destiny.

Exactly an year ago,

How he left me.

 

Tonight I am unaccompanied,

Waiting for your arms.

To wake me up,

Your voice was the alarm.

 

Tonight I wonder,

If I was good enough.

But my question is unfit,

Because you were just a bluff.

~anothergirlwithfantasies

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No Love Anymore

What was it all for?

You flirting with me.

You wishing me good morning.

Ending the talks with goodnights.

Pretending like i mean something to you.

Acting like you care for me.

And like a fool i believed your sugar coated coarse words,

inside you were just laughing at me.

A beer in hand, texting me and playing with me, my heart, my feelings.

Once again a guy has done this to me and this time i am broken.

My heart is shattered in so many pieces that only a miracle can heal it now.

I’m done with love.

 

~anothergirlwithfantasies

JUST ANOTHER STORY

It’s been a month since you said “I’ll call you when I’ll be free.”

I called you, texted you, still no response.

Either you are ignoring the hell out of me or you are genuinely busy.

But a call, it takes a second to call someone, another five to tell them you are busy.

You are not just breaking my heart, but also your promises.

Has some other girl given you what you needed the most ?

Has she offered you her body rather than soul ?

Listen, it’s over.

But.

Just please, answer my plea and give me a closure.

Then I am free to fly, as high as I would like to without the fear of falling.

 

 

~anothergirlwithfantasies

 

Under the skies

Under the blue skies, I stand, thinking,

not about love or about life, but about the scene which my eyes are being witness to.

I wonder, if I am in heaven. 

Because this beauty is enthralling.

My lord, i ask,”Why make such a beautiful place and hide it between mountains.This piece of work needs to be rewarded.”

My lord replies,” Your eyes are viewing this and praising it. Why then my dear do you think it’s not getting the reward ! Why think so small of yourself, love?”

~anothergirlwithfantasies