Our shoulders to the wheel

HEY GUYS! SO HERE’S OUR FIRST POST ..!  FIRST OF ALL , THANKING ALL OF YOU FOR SUBSCRIBING OUR BLOG..STARTING TO CONNECT WITH ALL OF YOU , WE MUST KNOW EACH OTHER FOR GOOD .. THIS PIECE OF WORK IS DONE BY WE TWINS, AS THE NAME SUGGESTS…. “TWIN LIFE” IS WHAT WE’D BE DISCUSSING HERE , INCLUDING SOME TRAVELLOGUES, DAILY TWIN LIFE, POEMS, PROBLEMS ,RANDOM HAPPENINGS AND ALL.

   MOST OF THE PEOPLE THINK THAT HAVING A TWIN IS TOO STUPENDOUS.YES IT IS. IT ACTUALLY IS.YOU CAN  TAKE ADVANTAGE OF BEING TWINS.ADVANTAGE ? WHAT KIND OF  ADVANTAGE? IN OUR CASE,ADVANTAGE  IS THAT   WE ARE IN THE SAME SECTION. IF MY TWIN IS SINCERE AND STUDIOUS ONE , THEN I’M THE CARELESS ONE.IF I AM NOT IN THE CLASS,TWIN DOES THE WORK OF MINE.AFTER COMING HOME,YOU DON’T EVEN HAVE TO ASK SOMEONE WHAT HAPPENED IN CLASS. JUST GO TO YOUR TWIN … EASY AS THAT! PARENTS SAY, WE STILL LOOK ALIKE WHILE SLEEPING AND TAKE TURNS THE SAME WAY.. YES, IT HAPPENS! AND CLOTHS? WHY NOT AN ADVANTAGE? ONE WANTS TO WEAR SOMETHING IS FOLLOWED BY THE OTHER WANTING IT TOO.. “ YEAH, YEAH , BE HAPPY , YOU HAVE IT..(HEHE MY CLEVER MIND.. SHE’LL BUY IT AND I’LL WEAR IT )..EXHAUSTING!!  

 SO BASICALLY WE MADE THIS BLOG TO SHARE EVEN THE MOST MINOR HAPPENING AROUND US AND OF COURSE WITH US..IT’S NOT ONLY GOING TO BE ABOUT ALL THE GOOD SIDE OF EVERYTHING, AND SO WE’LL SHARE THE UPS AND DOWNS, THE FURY AND CLOWNS, AND WHAT NOT!

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Memoirs

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 As I walk down this pretty lane,
Addressing all who pass by,
Greeting butterflies,
I walk down the lane of memoirs.
Those in my head,
When i had you by my side,
To those,
When you left me..

I was your fan,
I was your blood,
You were my man.
Abase, you were a pure soul,
The purest I’ve ever known,
Falling for you,
My love you own.
You left a question,
The answer was hard to find,
If in hands,
Harder to explain..
Couldn’t have you just told me,
That I’ll never see you again?
A month, i never saw you,
I wish you gave me time,
Or better,
He, up there,
Would just’ve blessed you a miracle,
But you decided to leave,
With a tear of mine..

I do look at the sky,
Find you among the stars,
Among the best,
Among the leaves,
Among all the fires that took you away,
But just, i wish, you could come back to this day..

~•~

I do remember your last words , calling me ‘ gudiya’ .. I do remember how you caught me throwing away all your idols. i remember too , you never scolded me.. but i dont want to recall , you lying in front of me , and silence said by you.. i wish i had the last chance to tell how much I loved you … i regret all my time spent on mobile that i could’ve spent with you.. seeing you ill too didn’t make a difference.. now i regret’em all.. for now you’re gone, gone away from this mess ..  😦 🙂

Life

Glam life is another story, what mattered were your ‘down to earth ‘ things. Ever saw these people leaving at once when you say you don’t want what they’re selling at the window of your cars? They don’t. They just don’t. This is because they know the backside of their living, they know the background of their lives. I feel this way, though the next moment the little kids came seeking attention doing stunts in front of the car, roaming around selling flowers , we ignored, we did. It was just after the moment when I saw these two men , cross the road, filling up the balloons without any machines and since it was a big long red-light, i saw that man crying over on what he felt when the balloon he had blown up got burst because of the bonfire : he had only put to heat up his cold. What miseries they’re having is beyond any of that of a break-up or shouts or fights or not going to shopping. We, sitting in our SUVs with the heaters on will never understand what they feel. We still are not thankful for the love and life we got. No one around me thanks god for giving such a wonderful life. Cherish each moment when you’re successful, cherish that when you fail.. Cherish the one when you get to laugh, Cherish that you’re safe. Your life isn’t a bizarre. You’re happy. You’re meant to be happy. But remember, these people struggle, and we shouldn’t prioritize ourselves. Be grounded. Leave a new note in the diary of morals. However, you’ll water your gnarled tree. Life in a hush and hustle is disc-o-ing , don’t leave behind , “this life on the red light. ”

“She’ll Get Married”

It’s a beginning,

It’s her new life,

Before arriving to the dusk,

Her dawn would face universe:

Bright colours ,

She’d be shining ,

Stars would be there on her couture ,

And Refining the beauty of her soul,

Her wide smile,

Shy eyes,

And her blush

Would say it all.

 

Her jewelry would sparkle

So would her future,

With someone who’ll

Hold her hand:

Her love, her love for life.

 

She’ll bow down,

To take blessings,

There would a mother feel for her daughter,

The same as she would have felt on her day ..

Her father would be in tears,

Seeing his daughter grow,

He’ll kiss her on her forehead,

And wish, not wish to go..

Her brother would now feel

Whom to irritate for a cause ,

He won’t show it , but just hug her tightly..

 

As for now,

She’ll leave her home,

She’ll leave for a new day,

She’ll leave for the henna on her hand,

She’ll leave for her love,

She won’t forget,

Or maybe she would think for the time

To remain,

For just a bit more..

 

More than tears, smiles would matter,

They all will whisper her a fond adieu ,

For now,

She’ll leave to brighten up another one,

A house would now be a home,

With her coming,

It would be as beautiful

As a heart in hands.

She’ll leave to live with her love,

Cuz then,

That day,

Would be no less,

That day,

She’ll get married . //

“the lovely ladies” 

~Daydreamer .

” Love “

 

I crown you the king…
Your throne lightens up,
Of jewels ,
Mined from my heart,
Thunders, you know you’re coming..
I bow down, I do my part..

There’s a bond,
I see you grow..
Grow kind and up,
I see you grow beyond the destiny.

Wannabe, able to stand upto your expectations,
Or better to my world, to stand by your side,
In the times so difficult, or in the times you celebrate the tide, the tide of your happiness..

” And once” to type all of our stories.. The grievances and smiles..

And them to remain for ages,
This bond grew up to stages…
For one day would come,
That would take us back to sleep,
And the dawn I’d face next ,
You’ll be sitting beside me,
Bless,
For our hands to finally meet,
And you’ll help me get up,
as you do now, you’ll help me grow kinder,longer..
And then, you’ll be mine..
We would walk ,
show up to the world,
That,  today is the day,
when we unite,
And this bond is there forever,
I see us together..
You did a magic on me,
You held me tight uh-close,
Our eyes met..
Bond?
Um hm..
THERE I CALLED IT “LOVE”.// 
❤❤
” And now,  we begin.. ” 
~Daydreamer

Stronger than ever

large-1Let the fury of my thoughts  be shown,
As I pen down my poems
Past, shall move forth,
Manhandles be wildly smooth,
Genned to fluctuate over my lights,
As I pen down my poems,
The dark shall be blown…

 

Freeze over my hustle,
Lour over my happiness,
Laugh at my losses,
But,
When I shall come
From Me to myself:
I withstand all the rains,
I make the dust, the glories,
My day will break into glimmers,
Or, I’d just be left in stories..
But as I pen down my poem , I let the dark blow..

 

I look through the mirror,
My faces make a call,
“Save my skin,
Hide my sin,
Protect me from all”..

 

Deter my longness,
Detest my words,
Dethrone me from my being,
But don’t, my wordly -world.

Stars shall get deviated,
Fury of my thoughts be shown,
As I pen down my poems,
My darks shall be blown,
My lights shall be grown…..//

~ Daydreamer

Flight, Fight

Once ever dreamed

To walk on clouds,

To kiss the sky,

A little farther

from the place

lived an angel up above, dreamed she..

 

 

To pick up all the lights

From all those Glitters,

To gather love ,

Taking one more step towards the universe,

They say, She took a flight,  she took a fight..

 

 

To make her own,

a miraculous orifice,

Kingdom of dreams

She took fight,  she took a flight..

 

Her eyes closed,

A face inexpressible,

Her arms folded,

Wings agape,

Tightened body,

Frightened mind,

She still did..

 

 

Music aloud within ,

Butterflies dancing,

Echo in mind,

Chaos in head,

Her scars healing,

The day after her flooded night,

Her eyes getting back to light ,

Heart all ready

To take it up,

A step without a wonder,

She already took a flight, her own to-self fight …

#SetHerFree

BELIEVE

This fear is useless..

Until  I face it,

I won’t know it..

If I won’t know it,

I won’t realize it..

And until I realize it,

I won’t face it…

 

It is what is eating me,

It is , what is hiding,

It is what hides me,

It is what is fighting ..

 

Here, no one stays,

All the people leave,

This fear seems so natural,

Is what I quietly believe ..

 

Some may be forgotten,

Some may be gone,

Some may have stayed,

Some may get lost..

 

The ensue may forbid the orifice,

Or it be, a jinx may entail,

May face love, jest, en route

Or it be a ball, it be a jail..

 

The arena may get mounted by a sin,

But the love would be an indispensible part ,

The fervour of my happiness may live ,

Or my lullaby may get broken apart..

 

When the world says “give up” ,

It would be the time for me to wake up,

The small efforts ,repeated day in and day out ,

The story I shall make up..

 

A hurtful pensiveness may stay,

And the thoughts hurtle so rough,

The hurly-burly may remain ,

And to find happiness may get tough..

 

So tough, that my tears start making love with my cheeks..

So tough, that my hands forbear..

So tough, that the chaos may take place in my mind..

And so tough, that I lose my only dear..

 

But whatever it be,

 It’d be for a reason,

The thing I perceive ,

Is that I firmly

BELIEVE

 

 

Lots and lots of difficulties,

But I shall believe in myself. And that is what will remain with me for ever and ever..

  • Daydreamer 

Only Once..

How we wish to go back to the time when we were called “kids”. But right now, at present, we are stuck in these “growing up years” : halfway to maturity but artless. Are we grown up? No, not actually, age is just a criterion for us to be judged on that. But here we are, takin’ a deep deep breadth full of loads, be it of studies, mates, or teenage problems, full of rush, chaos of the thought in the mind that we are grown up enough to do this, to do that.. We see no more ‘TOM AND JERRY’, for us now, we being Tom and maturity being Jerry. From dependent small children, we want to move on to learners of independence.  Now, who wants to run behind their mothers to tell them about the day? Oh of course, now we have friends for that. Who would share everything  to parents when we have friends .Right? NO. this is wrong. Totally wrong. Growing up creates secrets within us, we all know what secrets. We think, these secrets are making us mature. No, not at all. Growing up isn’t about the things we are hiding from parents. It’s about making right choices and picking right people.  Growing up  isn’t about being independent for choosing relationships and friends but is about being independent for choosing right career and steps. It’s not just about changes and looks but about hard work and pimples.

Maybe there’s much enough of place waiting for us to explore: after all, these are just the growing up years.

“Now you see why peter pan didn’t want to grow up?”

That’s My Best

There’s no reason, for I could be sad,

None for me to be happy,

No excuses for me to hide it,

No persistence for me to be bad…

 

I could act like

Dripping water,

Hollowing out a stone..

But no force, no strength,

And for performance to mourn..

 

I did think,

I did care,

I did fall,

I did blink…

 

I could be worse,

I‘d be the best,

I simply could please,

I really could curse…

 

My difficulties shall vanish,

When I shall take the throne,

‘Try it one more time’,

Or my tales shall be gone…

 

 

It’s in me,

Not in my stars,

To get up or fall,

And change the destiny…

 

Let me be my own type of good,

Let me, my type of bad,

Let me, my type of beautiful,

Let me, my own type of rude

 

I learn, I learn to learn,

To get my wings agape,

Or I learn, learn to live,

Or I learn to live alone…

 

The question here arises,

Is that if I live,

Is that if I survive,

Or it’s that if I just breathe,

And waste my life…

 

That’s my zing.

That’s my zest.

That’s my brio.

That’s my best.


– Daydreamer