
Writing is something that brings out the best of me. It's my idea of enjoying life through words. So here is my own little world of thoughts 'WRITING BELLS'. Come, let us unveil this journey together and fall in love with the thoughts that are often engraved deep in our hearts.
Saturday, 10 December 2016
Never belittle heartbreaks.

Friday, 9 December 2016
Pizza is love.
Alone, directionless and lost.
She woke up to the chaos of life, staring blankly outside the window for hours.
Suddenly, her eyes gleamed a little and a smile replaced her usual frown as she rushed outside.
Her box of happiness opened as her taste buds got the treat of her favourite "Double cheese crunch pizza".
The nearby pizza shop gave her the happiness that people around her couldn't.
© Sheerin Naz.
Tuesday, 22 November 2016
The fleeting eternity : LOVE. [A poem!]
He was a magician bestowed with the power of words.
He could kill people with his wits in a world of bleeding swords
He enlightened souls with his prose, poetry and story.
And embedd intricate character enduring mystery.
He was a man whom you could love, hate but, not ignore
When he wrote, the birds danced and moon lit the sea shore.
But, destiny played it's card
And his life stepped forward.
The magician of words met his muse
But, all his thoughts did was refuse.
His magical words refused to cast their spell.
And all he could do was sit and wail.
She came and took away his magic
'Cause his heart had already gone with her and that, my friend was very tragic.
She was the story of his life
But, for her, he was an unwritten paragraph torned with a knife.
© Sheerin Naz.
Monday, 14 November 2016
Beparwah, befikr bachpan.
Yaadon ki dhundli si tasveer mein aaj wo beparwah aur befikr bachpan phir jhaankta nazar aaya,
Khwahishon, khushiyon, maasumiyat aur muskurahaton se gulzar bachpan ki yaadien,
Aaj bhi sukun de jati hain,
Zindagi ke uljhanon mein ek lamhe ke liye hi sahi,
Khushiyan beshumaar de jati hain.
Yaadon ki dhundli si tasveer mein aaj wo beparwah aur befikr bachpan phir jhaankta nazar aaya!
© Sheerin Naz.
Tuesday, 1 November 2016
Nostalgic November.
The wind ushering the leaves tangled in the thoughts of "Nostalgic November", the mild shivers springing up the memoirs long forgotten, the moments inked deep down in a corner of heart. I wonder how November has a way of bringing back so many memories.
© Sheerin Naz.
Thursday, 27 October 2016
When the doors of memoirs open.
It is the hours in the middle of such dark nights which makes her lonely soul realise that his footprints are still fresh in the pavements of her heart. <3
© Sheerin Naz.
Tuesday, 25 October 2016
For the friendships of forevers.
Midst a world which is completely in the realms of Whatsapp texts, Facebook posts, Instagram tags, selfies and pouts; friendships do lose its essence at times. The bond vanishes somewhere between those likes and comments.
However, there are certain friendships which survives it all and blessed are those who have such bond which does not fathom into oblivion even if they haven't been in touch since ages. All they need is a sudden emotional realisation of catching up with each other and there they go, talking profound like old times, laughing and smiling together like the bestest of buddies that they were, they are and shall always be. ☺
#TagYourBesties #ForTheLoveOfFriends #Bff #BuddiesForLife. 😍
© Sheerin Naz.
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About Sheerin.
I weave stories out of anything and everything. Exploring life, one story at a time.Blogger | Storyteller | Freelance writer.