The Diary of an Escapist

“The moon is the friend for the lonesome to talk to.”  ―  Carl Sandburg Hey Moon,  My old friend. I guess you're the only true friend I am left with.  And I can see you too all alone, just like me. Don't worry, don't hide behind those trees,  don't hide behind those clouds too.  They're going to leave you all alone soon. Come to me. I'll sit next to you. I'll listen to all the stories you've got. I am not going to complain about anything, I promise!  I am not going to judge you for the scars you've got, for the heartbroken you've felt, for the lonely nights you've spent!  See, my friend, you're much like me only. We've got so many things in common. I can feel your pain. Come to me. No regrets, no heartbreaks, no complaints tonight. Just two lonely friends sitting next to each other, not saying a word but still listening to everything, still understanding everything.  No more sorrow tonight. Just two happy frie

  Harleen Frances Quinzel aka  Harley Quinn That sickness, that madness, You're a psycho, some crazy mess; Those eyes, so deep, so white, so cold, You're smile, your fragrance will never grow old; How you do all this, how you be like that, You're a Jewell, you're a pearl, shine of my gold; When you laugh it's like an apocalyptic disaster, The way you ride, like you're the Ghost Rider's master; Baby I too have lost all my senses all my brain, Be my queen Heil Harley Quinn, I'll be your psychopath Joker; Be my Pepper, I'll be your Stark and you can scold me, Remove the mask off my Spider face, hold me tight and French kiss me; I came from Asgard with a lightning hammer and a thunder, I got trained by Mighty Ra's Al Ghul; I'll loose to you, only this will save me; I'll be your Jon, be my Wildling  and yeah I'll admit that I know nothing, All I know is that I am a Snow  and the cold long winter is c

Safar aur Raah.. #InfinityLoveForPondi #Wanderer Khushiya batoorte chalo, Wadiyaan odhte chalo, Niraashiyon ko chodhte chalo, Chalo aur apni raahon mein dhool nichodte chalo; Chalo unn rahoon pe jaha koi Chala nhi, Palkon pe aks aur Dil mien koi shikwa nhi, Chalo sang leke hazaar khwahiyein jaise ithlata neela samandar ho, Ke chalo ughadte hue saare manzill ke nishaan chalo; Chalo fir bhi Jo tum aaj bhi akele hi ho, Chalo tum Dil mien darr aaj ik pal na ho, Bhool jao kya peeche chhod gaye ho jo tum, Bss chalo aur aghe hi badhte chalo; Maana ki bohat kaantein bhi honge raah mein tumhare, Ye bhi maana ki sath hoga na koi tumhare, Maan bhi lo ki tum mohtaaz nhi rahe sath hone ke kisi ke, Chalo, ruko nhi, ab manzill ke aur bhi kareeb chalo; Rukna Nahi hai ke raah rukawat toh degi, Rukna Nahi aaj kismat se bagawat bhi hogi, Tumme ik lau hai jisko koi toofaan bujha Nahi Sakta, Meri maano aaj bss chalte raho aur kahi door tak chalo; Chalo aur

Two fearless souls, probably in their dawn of childhood, smiling, running across the street, a small size guitar in a bag hanging around their shoulder. Must be coming from their weekend guitar classes. Wearing their favourite black t-shirt with AC/DC written and a rock sigh of horns on it. I smiled, it kind of reminded me of my childhood days. That red coloured Linkin Park t-shirt I had when I was a kid. I bought it when I was 12 or something. Loved the print and Chester's image of growling on it. It was from their album "Hybrid Theory" I guess. Back in those days, it was Chester, the lead vocalist of Linkin Park, who motivated by his soul-hitting voice and the lyrics by the band felt like just written for me!  That t-shirt, where is it now. I remember I kept it in my bag while packing two years back when I was coming here in Bangalore. So many exciting thoughts I was having at that time, about the new place, new people, job and freedom. I'll follow the road to

Another weekend and yeah this time, I kept my promises! I woke up early, went to see the sunrise at the lake, came back and had a good healthy breakfast. I too even decided to clean all the mess that I've created in my room and I really did it! Also washed all my clothes, even the bedsheet! And it really did cheer out the place. Yeah, it is going to be a good day. So then I decided to reward myself. I usually do it. You do something good: You reward yourself! Simple. And yet the most effective idea. Listen to your favourite playlist, buy yourself an ice-cream, or just appreciate yourself. Why go hard on yourself every time. A simple gesture will work. I ordered Pizza! I was happy. A simple thought, yet a deep one! Why would you ever go hard on yourself? Why ever would you lose all hope on yourself and keep sinking in the ocean of regrets and keep escaping all the actions you'd have taken to make things right. Well, I guess it's the easy way. Just escape! that's my

4th of February, Sunday. I came to my senses and woke up around 2:10 pm, I hate Sundays...Oh yes! I did. I still do! Procrastinating all week, "Oh, I'll wash all my clothes on Sunday!" or "I am going to wake up early and will go to see the sunrise at the lake" or "My room stinks like hell but there is  THE SUNDAY two days from now, I am going to clean it up all then!" and lots of stuff too. And it's Sunday now! and I have to DO all of it now. Shit! But there was this one more thought that kept wobbling in my mind about Sunday all that weak that I need to have one more story till Sunday. I had none!  My room was a mess. A thought came that I'll clean it up on Sunday! God Dammit! It is the Sunday! I came to peace with me and decided to do it next Sunday! For sure! Like I took an oath with myself. I am going to do it on next Sunday. Another thought, "No story yet!" I screamed to myself. This is not good at all.  I got up from my

Another morning, same regretful feelings. Eyes still squeezed tightly, like I do not want to face it all again. Just don't want to wake up and do all that that I never wanted to do. Sleep is good. Pleasing! Everything feels so comforting and easy. Like a whole different world than where I actually exist. Like I own it. Like no one to judge me here. I can do whatever I want to. I love this place. Although I was lost, still, it felt good. Cold dark wood it was, could feel every bit of breath I take. I am just going deep into the woods, alone and curious. Dry leaves fallen on the ground, cracking through my feet, telling me that yes I was on the right path. Keep walking, someone or something is waiting for you on the other side. Even I can see a bright ray of light, coming from a far distance, calling my name and asking me to open the doors of my heart. Open it wide and let all that makes you feel low and sad, pour out of your heart and dry. Asking me to collect every single drop of

That girl I adore was not too far; If I were a moon, She was the brightest star; Amongst the woods that I lived where I got this scar; I'd assumed that's a gift 'coz I've just lived my life in an hour; that girl I adore she taught me how to live; she taught me how to dance, even taught me how to forgive; she led me into a world of our own, where the pain, fear and all the regrets were long gone; that girl I adore was a mess I as knew; the more I figure out, the more she was new; in the world full regrets she bought me some joy; she, smiling, told me not to worry, together, all those scars we're gonna  destroy ; that girl I adore was not even a real girl; just a moment in my eye, just my thoughts unfurl; I forgot where I met her? maybe in a rhythm of a guitar, Ahh! i just realised, that girl I adore, was never too far;

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