I Saw You Dreaming,

This is same as a prayer we used to do everyday in our school.... Reminds me of my good old days in previous school.

"Ye mat kaho khuda se ,

meri mushkilen badi hain.

Ye mushkilon se kehedo,

mera khuda bada hai."

Don’t tell the Creator about how great and overwhelming the tyranny of the world is — tell the tyranny of the world about how great and overwhelming the Creator is.

Days turn into weeks turn into months turn into years Time flies by in a blink of eye So many things we wanted So many thing we tried So many things we got So many tears dried. In our race against time We live, we loath , we cry Till the time comes, one day we realise In the wait of death, the end of our time, we rushed everything. We rushed life, and forgot to live and passed our precoius time by

-mauli ♡

If you can't

respect her ,

even as much

as your fellow 'men', your 'bros',

don't even bother

loving her

in the first place.

Cuz you don't even know

that respect is above

all the love that you can show.

Love comes complimentary

with respect and true care,

but they might not come along

with the sole love you show her.

My 1st confession-blr, just some stuff I have been going through that might be relatable, to I guess someone.

(No self hate, just some thinking out loud and blabber,ig)

Stuff's pretty miserable. I don't feel good. I don't even know how I feel, I guess its loneliness even though I do have lovely people around...I literally don't know...

Started to feel like there is something wrong w/ me. My circle is not one which resonates with me, I still love them but no one is ever "just there for me". 17 ,and still don't have a "bff" other than my sister and mother. My cousins aren't a fan of me either, have one who is my same age but still matches "vibes" with my younger sister. We were great 2 yrs ago but...

I try so hard to be nice to people, yet I see people effortlessly happy, I wonder why I make any extra effort, no one has to, they get on fine without thinking much. Sometimes I feel sick of feeling so much and not being able to cry.

Things which give me happiness like writing or reading novels or photography or nerding out on cosmology etc., I can't do any of it without being guilt stricken every singe minute. Even as I write this I realize I need to complete my Chemistry notes and physics assignments and practice math, afterall its 12th grade, the LIFE DECIDING YEAR... but I seem to do neither hard work for 12th marks nor extra stuff I like.

Sometimes, when I like ,sit down to think, I feel like I'm a no-one sitting in middle of nowhere , meaning nothing to anyone except my family and teachers. I AM REPLACEABLE. The worst thought... I am not an indispensable part of anyone's life other than my family (which is obvious I guess + cuz they are lovely coping up with me)...

No, I don't hate myself. I love myself. I just am at a phase where nothing is moving...All still...and in that stillness, I feel... not very happy.

I wished so much after I came out of 10th, but my life has been nothing but monotonous...

The people I thought were a gift to me, turns out I don't matter that much to them, and I feel guilty of expecting too much. Still, I wonder, is it too much to expect some kind of care or support from people who claim to be yours? Maybe, it is.

"He's a book that doesnt find itself in the front showcase of the bookstore, not in the popular aisles, no. It's the one you'll stumble upon when least expected, it lurks in the corners which the common reader seldom visits. Or it might tumble on you when you're not looking, catching you by your breathe, making you fall hard, making you fall fast.

But when it's is finally found, I stop my brain before it's filled with thoughts on the cover, for a good book can't be judged that way, it's common knowledge. 

I run my fingers through unintended pages , reading the random excerpts word by word. Page by page, phrase by phrase, the book makes me want to stay. It makes me want to read it patiently, not possibly all at once, for its just not possible. It's pages over pages of just art, waiting in the dark to be perceived.

It takes away your breath with each sentence, compelling you to comprehend the obvious beauty and beyond all, the meaning, the purpose and the pain.

Even if one manages to reach the last word, he's the book that would never suffices you in just one reading. So, I read it over and over and over again, never having enough. The simple complexities, the rhymes and rythmes, the perfect  imperfections , the utter beauty and the guarded mysteries that leave me hanging each time, wanting more.

In quest of learning all of him, one can live a life, content, forever; for one will be loving the outcast charm that's this book, forever."

-mauli

"The Wish I'll Wish every time I Wish"

I ask for so much every time ,

from you ,my lord.

But now I want to wish a wish ,

that I wish you can afford .

It's to keep ,

the sky above me blue always ,

the world around my world green,

and the night filled with stars always. 

Don't let the man-made black ,

ruin my night's hue,

or ruin my far horizon ,

or ever lessen my view.

The devil shan't reign the land of yours ,

never shall the tranquil eyes fade .

Make us strong to hold the world ,

strong against the we made. 

May we make the air as clear ,

air as clear a heart I seek ,

hope, for everyone who has been hurt 

and has been living in bleak .

Give us the strength to revive ,

the land we used to thrive upon, 

the magic liquid that flowed through rivers ,

the sunlight we have been worshiping for long .

Keep the birds singing on trees ,

and the trees held strong always. 

Don't give us enough, to darken 

the blue that fills our sky always ...  

we dream, we dream and we die between the melancholy and ecstasy we call life, do we live for once? or are dreams only to die for?

☆☆☆☆ -mauli

Me and The Mirror

I was happy. I looked in the mirror, I looked beautiful. I was happier. I was sad, I looked into the mirror, I cried. I looked miserable. I didn't want to, so, I faked a smile and it turned real. I was happy again. I was angry. I looked in the mirror, my ego was hurt. I broke the mirror. Now all I see, are the broken pieces of the world and me. (4.6.19)

Scribbles on the Sky turned 1 today! I can't thank you all enough for making this year a memorable one on Tumblr even though I went through many ups and downs...Really, i wish this community stays the way it is... btw I am back on Tumblr after academic break and can't wait for getting to know so many more of you amazing people!

aw hell yeah !!

“Shoutout to myself because after everything I’ve been through, I still have a good heart”

— Unknown