Abhiruchi Devdekar (Sasa)

"Credits - Pinterest" Eyes Peering through unimaginable distances But settling for that one destination You don't know which one Where eyes could shut down And feel And still see Sometimes it's better just to elope From all the bad moments Even the good ones too To take that one single minute To relax Or even a lifetime to do so Walking Even running and panting too What's the worth of speeding up? And rushing and striving? What's the worth of this breathlessness you ask? Climbing up steep mountains? Or in a much non-metaphorical sense Are all your maneuvers worthy enough You ask? I'm unaware too, We all are But if not restlessness? Who's fine with just resting? Starting at the same place Spending that exclusive lifetime Dying there too Living your whole life restricted Or in a much non-metaphorical sense That being your only landing place Are you even living? Destiny Constantly showing you terminals Making you believe That's where you're destin...

I was cleaning my book shelf last night and I came across this notebook,  seemed unfamiliar, but familiar, maybe because it was old. It was my elder cousin sister's,  I saw her name on the index page, and it was dated back in 2008. I must've been 7 years old then, so I started flipping the pages over to see if I find any surprises, turns out the book didn't disappoint me. I mean what's better than rediscovering things kept in a book decades ago? It was filled with memories, the "good" ones. Maybe that's what we crave for everytime we want to make ourselves feel better. Coming back to the notebook, it was so pretty, with all the chocolate wrappers preserved, wrappers of the chocolates which don't even exist anymore, the wowies, milk treats, perks, bytes and all of those, I was just so overwhelmed by the sight of them. That's when it hit me, that whatever that's preserved in a book stays, for god knows how long, it's like a corroboration of t...

Courtesy : Pintrest When your day starts just right, Yet you cry yourself to sleep and you know that's okay, So you get up with the same bliss next morning, That's what perfect means to me When it's all a mess, And you're stressing a lot, it's not getting better, But that one cup of coffee, Perfectly holds you altogether When you look like the finest piece of art, And everyday, that's what the mirror tells you, But when you step out and see people stare, You just don't care 'cause you know you're perfect When things are falling apart, You know you've mistaken a lot, You've got your ups and downs and you still keep going on, Because you believe in yourself You know what perfect means?  Falling, still learning and growing,  Perfect means having flaws, knowing it and mending them,  Perfect means hustling, to be the best version of yourself  ~Sasa

Courtesy - Pintrest Just when you think it's getting better, Another trouble comes up, But like the previous ones, You'll still hold all your pieces together, You'll sigh, but won't let go for sure, You're aware, That you're capable of overcoming almost everything that comes your way, So you just walk ahead, You fight for it, And just when you think it's getting better, Something else hits up, But trust me, There will come a day, you won't sigh at all, won't be afraid to fall, you'll get used to it, Bravo! Now that you know the pattern, You'll get back up, deal with it and proudly say, You're living your best life ~Sasa

Courtesy - Pintrest "Do you prefer throughout your life, Being a good person?" I'd prefer just living, Letting it go like it's supposed to be, all by its own, Just walking, and in the mid way, Getting things done, Losing some battles and winning some, Reasoning my foes, Being humble to my good ones, Loving with my whole heart, Getting mad when I really don't feel fine, Being as interactive as I can, Expressing honesty my whole life, Because all this while I learnt, Being good keeps us constant Living keeps us going ~Sasa

Courtesy - Pintrest To whoever that's crossed paths with me,  Has been good to me or my enemy, Has taken me to places and helped me get out of my mess or put me into one, Has held on to me when it was direful or left me all alone, Has made me grin everytime or left me crying on my own, Has been constantly telling me I'm inevitably strong or has looked down on me and let me down, Has been by my side my whole life or even for a single moment, Has stood up for me and said things for me or said things even behind my back, If we've ever crossed paths, thank you for being a part of me, thank you for helping me grow ~Sasa

Courtesy - Pintrest       I'm not much of a reader, I mean I don't read at all. Not like I don't know how to read, obviously I do. But it was always that my friends here are having a discussion about how the  Famous five and Hardy boys moves them and how John Green and Paulo Coelho makes them feel in 9th and 10th grade and I'm here like, "What the hell?" Holding my Peppa pig picture book because it's cute and also Geronimo Stilton because, I never really knew why, anyway.  I'm a pathetic speaker too. But hello! I'm also the CEO of making up stories whenever I'm interrogated by my parents, nevermind. I just don't know how to speak, the moment I see a bunch of people, who are all eyes and ears at me, I'm numb. "Stage fear" is what they call it, but I'm the first person to run and find a spotlight, so how am I supposed to call mine a "stage fear"? That doesn't make sense to me. I don't know what is it ...

Courtesy - Pintrest Things take time, She consoled herself looking at the mirror, Hating her own body, She decided to be thinner Each day, she starved, Not giving up on her will, But unwilling she gave up, Gave up on all her favorite meals Dreaming about the clothes she would easily pull off soon, She starved more, Imagining all the backgrounds for her perfect IG Picture, she thought, How she's going to make everyone fall for her Avoiding social meetups, To get a hold on her appetite, Keeping herself away from her friends, And amaze them when she's fit and fine 2 months later, Size L to S, She's got that perfect figure, Can't flaunt it as she's no more her old self Getting at a better place, She realized nothing changed, She still finds peace in the crowd, Who loved her when she was a size L ~Sasa

If your plan is to stay, To hold hands, Make impromptu outdoor plans, To cook food together, Comfort me with your hugs forever, To laugh with me, cry with me, Insanely sing out loud on the streets, To speak all night long, Hype about how finely we just get along, To make a lot of promises, Spoil me with your kisses, To let me take care of you, Stand strong with you, pamper you, To let me give you my everything, If that's what your plan is, just count me in. ~ Sasa

                                                                                           Courtesy - Pintrest   I just realized, that we humans, Having this ability to speak, Vocalize and reason, Have views, perspectives, Biased, unbiased I realized, we all speak, Some speak with soft pleasing words, with love, Some speak out of anger, some in pain, Some speak with silence, Some with their actions, some reacting I realized, all of us, Show love, misery, tenderness, curiosity, excitement and what not, Everyone feels, And out of these feelings that they show, We pick We pick, what suits us, We listen and see, take in what we always tend to assume, To conclude, we all speak, Not the same language, yet we all speak alike. ~ Sasa