I will be there.

When the alley of darkness blurs your vision,
and the roads that seemed familiar give nothing but, false directions,

When the people who meant the world grow apart,
and the fallacy of forevers hit you hard,

When you fail to mask that melancholy and break down,
as your eyes turn russet from brown;
with no shoulder to cry upon,

When dreams die a slow death and nightmares turn surreal,
making it all complex to contemplate
if it's happening for real,

When you try to voice yourself but, your scatterted thoughts lose its meaning
and you end conversations mid-way, trembling, fumbling,

When you scream for validation,
crave for attention
but, instead get lessons on existential crisis and how adulting demands perfection,

When you look in the mirror and the reflection is nowhere close to you,
and you realise it's time to bid adieu,

Wait.
Even if giving up seems the only way, wait.
I will be there. It's never too late.

Maybe with a hot cup of coffee or your favorite black forest ice cream,
We will sort the mess out like a team,
It's okay if you don't wish to talk.
We can sit in silence or go out for a walk.

I shall even quote your favorite book "The fault in our stars",
and remind you how Augustus Waters said "pain demands to be felt" which, you bravely have faced so far,

Remember how "okay was your always"? So, just hang in there. It's just a phase.

You will be okay,
and even if you are not, I will be there, listening to your silences while you fight your demons, every day.

I will be there. I will be there.

© Sheerin Naz.

Reach out.

When the darkness starts creeping in a little too much and the walls of your room seems caving in, reach out to me. I will be standing right there, smiling.

Relax, I won't judge you. You even won't hear comforting words like "you will be fine", for, I know it's a constant struggle that you go through every day. But, hey, I will listen and help you cope up with your fears, one thought at a time. Just reach out to me, okay?

© Sheerin Naz.

A writer's melancholy.

They say "you writers make melancholy look beautiful".

"What if that's the only way we know to survive?"

I want to speak my heart out, but I stop mid-way. A faded smile comes on my face.

But, hey! I can always write, can't I?

© Sheerin Naz.

It's always good to be alive.

And, there comes a day when you give up on life, but life doesn't give up on you. Be grateful to such days for, these are blessings in disguise. Years later, when you shall be busy counting your happiness, a sudden reminiscence of that vulnerable day will hit you hard and the realization that life didn't let you give up at your weakest moment will induce you with solace. 

What if life didn't give you that second chance? What if your vulnerabilty carved your way towards oblivion? Wouldn't you miss out a lot in life?

No matter how tough life might seem, cling to your hope, hold on, fight and struggle your way through out. Remember, it's always good to be alive!

© Sheerin Naz.

Heal, survive and be alive.

There is something insanely beautiful about the broken people.They could be the saddest person in the entire world yet, the melancholy fails to belittle their smile. For, damaged people know how important is to heal, survive and be alive! And, survivors are beautiful, aren't they?

© Sheerin Naz.

Be you.

So, is it been a while you have been yourself? Trying too hard to fit in the crowd, eh? Ripping your soul apart while proving your worth to the world? Wait. Calm down. Relax and think,

"Is it necessary to be in everyone's good book"?
"Do you require to please everyone when your heart is breaking a little too much?"
"Does your sadness needs to be disguised beside that smile?"

Certainly not.

You're not here to prove your worthiness to the world. It's okay if people do not like you for what you are. It's okay if you despise crowd and being solitary is your idea of happiness. It's okay to cry your heart out and not camouflage your melancholy with a forced smile. It's okay. It's all okay.

Stop caring for people who hardly acknowledge your existence.
Stop valuing memories which no longer hold any meaning.
Stop being selfless when the world tries to hurt you hard. Stop it, for once and all.

Instead, find yourself. Enjoy your solitude. Exist. Survive. Rise.

And, one fine day you will see how your constant quest with life finds a meaning and how you meet the right kind of people who will appreciate you for being real, being unapologetic, embracing self-love and most importantly, being yourself.

In a world where everything is judged amidst the paramater of black and white, dare to be grey, be you! :)

© Sheerin Naz.

Twinkles, stars, happiness.

I have been smiling from a while. These twinkles and stars seem to brighten up my life, for a moment. I look around, trying to find some imperfection midst this perfect ambience. For, imperfections define my dark thoughts , the darkness has been my companion since a long time. Nevertheless, today is a different day. The stars delude me into thinking everything is perfect. I am amused at the delusion of happiness these twinkles are inducing me with. The darkness is sinking in oblivion, and I find a sense of solace. Even if it's for a while, it all makes sense now. This moment, this time, the solitude, it's all mine. For a change, the broken looks beautiful and chaos looks sorted. Sigh!

© Sheerin Naz.

Twinkles!

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.