Silence and solace.

Sometimes when you say "I am fine" even while you're falling apart, you desperately want people to fall for your lie. Because, not always you wish to give voice to your unprecendented thoughts, not always you crave to hear the comforting words of friends, not always you desire to get into profound conversations with your loved ones. No matter how much the world genuinely cares, it's okay to disconnect from everything and embrace the companionship of silence for a little while. It's okay to be a little lost and still not seek the way to right path.

Sometimes, silence gives you the answer which chaos never can and the path wrong taken paves avenues for journeys which you never knew you could take.

© Sheerin Naz.

Rain, books and coffee.

It was one of those rainy days when solitude was all she wished to seek, where she could unwind herself midst the rhythm of raindrops. And, her idea of solace was nothing short of a magical journey which found its destination in the profoundness of the withered pages of her favourite books. 

A little drenched in rain, she took a brief walk down the book cafe. Her eyes gleamed with happiness as she stood there for a while, admiring the beauty of the book cafe carved intricately from woods with a tinge of vintage effect to it. This was her happy place where life embraced her with open arms. It seemed as if she had always been here, wandering past the book shelfs, inhaling the fragnance of the books, falling in love with stories in the process of reading, creating memories dipped in happiness and melancholy, inking thoughts over a cup of coffee and enjoying her solitude to the core.

She was meant to be here for, a bibliophile was about to fall in love with someone other than book characters.

Unaware of the unprecedented events that was about to happen, she ordered her usual Cappuccino and took out her favourite book "The fault in our stars". She was reading it for the umpteenth time yet, never had enough of it. On days like this, the pratogonists "Augustus Waters and Hazel Grace" used to be her companions of solitude. Their love story broke her heart yet healed it at the same time for, she was everything made up of paradoxes, contradictions, metaphors and profoundness.

Lost in the warmth of the Cappuccino and her book, she kept reading it, embracing every emotion inked on its withered pages. Once in a while, she tucked her hair coming in between the beautifully carved words. And, this was the time cupid came knocking.

"The world is not a wish granting factory, my friend".

She was happily startled by this sudden interruption for, there stood a guy who just quoted her favourite sentence from the book she absolutely loved.

"Tfios fan?" She chuckled while calming her nerves.

"Any doubt? afterall, the pain demands to be felt, doesn't it?" He smiled while taking his seat opposite to her.

"Indeed, it does". She reciprocated while trying not to get lost in his deep, enchanting eyes.

"I might fail miserably in my attempt of not sounding creepy but, I have been observing you from the moment you entered in the cafe". His tone was mild yet firm.

"Is that so? I didn't realise". She was startled again.

"More than the rain, you seemed drenched in your thoughts and, your melonchalic expressions while experiencing heart break at the hands of a paperback melted my heart a little too much". He confessed as the cupid hit him hard.

"I just love Tfios a little too much. It is tragically beautiful". She smiled conciously.

"So, who is your favourite? Augustus or Hazel?" The Tfios fan within him was eager to know.

"Hazel is a sweetheart but, I love Augustus more". She confessed.

"I heart Hazel Grace though, I am yet to find someone as profound as her in real life". He looked in her eyes dropping obvious hints.

"I haven't found my Augustus either". She knew the wait was over.

"I won't mind being your Augustus if you promise to be my Hazel Grace". He always wore his heart on sleeves.

"I hope our stars won't have any faults". Her heart was overwhelmed.

That day, the book cafe witnessed a love story inked from the mutual love of books, emotions, thoughts and memories. It's said, a lot can happen over coffee; little does the world know that a lot can happen over books too.

Rain, coffee, books and two bibliophiles lost in the infinite memoirs of Tfios, could there be a love story better than this? Never ever.

© Sheerin Naz.

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Never settle for less.

While you sit beside, sharing your life, dreams and stories with me, I try looking in your eyes to find a reassurance of my existence in your conversations. But, all I observe is a void which is going nowhere. My heart sinks, my vision gets blurred, your voice still echoing in my ears yet there seems a deafening silence all around. You seem strangely undisturbed, lost somewhere in a world where I cannot find my destination. Your presence makes me feel lonely, you are right in front of me yet I find you distant, very distant. I feel as if I am midst an oasis in a far away desert yet, my thirst remains unquenched. Slowly, my thoughts get a vision, you are still talking, unaware of the chaos within my heart. I look at you once again, not to find any assurance this time but, to break free. I hold your hand and smile. You seem clueless.

"My chaos can never find solace in a world carved solely for you". I say with a profound sadness and walk away.

I don't look back. I never will for, someday, somewhere I shall find a place I can call home, someone who can quench my soul, someone whose life, dreams and conversations will have my existence imprinted everywhere. Till then, I shall keep walking and explore life, one moment at a time.

© Sheerin Naz.

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Scars are beautiful.

The chronicals of survival are best depicted through scars. It has profound stories of pain, tears, struggles and fights engraved deeply within us which springs up in our memories once in a while, reminding us of all the bad times, how we battled them out and our sheer courage that carved the beautiful destination of life out of a journey that seemed nothing less than a dead end.

Scars are beautiful because it shows the undying spirit of every survivor who refused to give up on life and fought till the end. 🙋☺

© Sheerin Naz.

Conversations worth falling in love for.

I love conversations where people bare their soul, talk about their dreams and nightmares, speak about their strength and fears, tell stories about the journeys they have taken and the roads they are yet to travel, share memories of the love that didn't last and fairytales that lost its reality to maturity. Because, deep, soul stirring conversations with profound people is an experience which influences our lives in ways we cannot always understand.

Conversations where people can just be themselves without the fear of getting judged are the profoundest one! ☺

© Sheerin Naz.

Spring is about to come!

Don't be sad because the spring is gone. See the profound marks it left everywhere. Be it the blossoming flowers, the sky that seems like the nature's canvas or the chirping birds adding colours to that canvas, everyone is happy. You know why?

Because what goes around, comes around. Till then, lets cling to our dreams and hopes, wishing that spring shall be around the corner soon, very soon. ☺

So, don't be sad because the spring is gone. Okay? ☺

© Sheerin Naz.

It's already midnight.

It's already midnight and sleep seems a distant dream. Caged in her thoughts, she looks outside the window towards the sky embedded with stars. When loneliness stucks her hard, stars are her companions, the one which does all the talking in her world built up of profound emotions, a world which can't be defined or explained, a world of imagination where nobody judges her. And, when she was free from the fear of being judged, she was the best version of herself 'cause this is the time when she was really herself. No fake smiles, no masks, just a simple girl with beautiful dreams and profound thoughts.

She smiles lightly. Her eyes get a little moist. Maybe some memories have come to give her company too. And, suddenly it is raining outside. This makes her grin.

"Afterall how could you let me cry alone! So you made the sky cry with me too, didn't you?" She chuckled and kept talking with her stars until she dosed off with a smile that was beyond beautiful. Magical it was!

© Sheerin Naz.