This moment will fly away…

Hello my lovely reader,

This is a small piece of writing I was scribbling down for you to read just before 2017 ends. Hope you enjoy it 🙂 I wish you all a very happy new year. Have fun and be safe. See you in 2018!

“Did the year of 2017 fly and burn so fast that I could not even hold it in my palms for just one moment? Did I just blink my eyes for a millisecond ? Am I am confronted with December 31st already?

I need to tell you though before this moment becomes just another moment spent in the year of 2017 that,

You made such progress as a human being, you fed yourself, you breathed, you made friends, you cared for them as much as you can, you smiled with them, you danced your heart out, you promised that you will move forward not backwards. You found solace in new genres of music that you never thought you’d grow to love. But you really did! See how wonderful it is when you allow yourself to open up to art?

You learned that everyone has their own standards, that every one is in a constant struggle to succeed in life that they forget one day ‘you’ and ‘I’ will dissolve into nothingness.

Your smiles will be grand memories for me to cherish in the years to come. But above all you my dear, SURVIVED the storms that uprooted so many others. It was as if you held on to that one thing, that one fickle of hope that whispered in your ear at times   you can conquer another day, one more hour, one more minute and another mere second.

I am glad ‘YOU’ are still here, I am glad you are still expressing your feelings no matter what form of art you choose to do so in. I am glad that you did not give up so you could listen to Taylor’s new album ‘Reputation’. It was really worth it, you will agree with me.

Even when you were in pain after the tsunami’s of life that hit you from time to time, your heart did not drown. Pain came in waves to add on to those after-shakes. But when some dissolved in to the salt water of those storms, you, yes you just trembled trying so hard to hold on. You did NOT crumble, you cried, you were hurt, you were stressed, you hated yourself but you did not crumble to the ground! I am so proud of you, I am so thankful you are still here.

May you always have the courage to conquer through, may you find love in music, poetry, writing and art in general. May your future be blessed with so many happy times ahead. May you inspire millions of hearts that would stand tall together at hard times. May you become a star that would light up millions of hearts one day.

A melody…

Hello there, my lovely reader, today I wrote this little piece of writing while listening to inspirational music . I had this moment where I was kinda transferred in to “another world” where I was feeling too many emotions. I was drowning in my thoughts and  I was only reassured that music is indeed truly the universal language, I was so motivated afterwards so I decided to share it with you all. Maybe you’d like what I wrote . I hope you enjoy it 🙂

“I am chaos. I admit that I can be a mess sometimes but nothing is ever permanent. So is me being the epitome of a mess.

I break the silence when I am sane, but I lose my melody when I am insane. Honestly I am kind of exhausted by keeping my eyes open on a daily basis. I cry and I weep, I guess that’s a part of my routine.

I came to the realization that being lonely and alone are completely separate entities the day I felt that I was happy to be by myself instead of spending a night out with my friends out in the city. But people tell me that I am lonely when I am not. And hence the chaos in my head choosing whether I am actually lonely or not. And I think things through at these times about my life.

So I need to tell you, that there will come a time and a place where you’d just lie there by yourself thinking,

“Where did I go wrong? How do I find her? What did I miss? Is she really one in a million?”

You are bound to feel hopeless. It’s a part of life. For all the times you’d be hopeless, you’d gain an equal number of hopeful moments so you know which is more valuable. You can find it out for yourself.

And when you meet a hopeless moment I’d hope you’d have the courage to pick yourself up and give yourself a pat in the back and say, “You ARE nearly there, you just have to hold on for a little longer hun!”

And I promise you will see the most beautiful things in the world.

I might not know your name,

I might not know how old you are,

I might not know where you are from,

I might not know what your passions are ,

I might not know what you dreamed of becoming when you were nine,

I might not know your favorite movie,

I might not know what music you listen to,

Hell I might not even know if you like tea or coffee,

But I know for SURE, that we both were looking for each other all along.

That’s what I keep telling myself everyday and see, I am holding on alright…”

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Invisible pain…

Hello my readers ,

This is the third poem that I wrote for you guys. I hope you like it. Enjoy 🙂

 

I am an irrelevant being to you

Just passing by and I see you

crawled on top of a bench in the corner

And I could see your story

like a movie playing in my head so quickly

Someone who should have been

your guide light, your light house,

And he’s never there for you

He doesn’t even get you, I swear

If I can I’d make him see through

all your flaws and still make him

love you more everyday.

Though I’d love to hear your laugh

I’m afraid we cannot change people.

You’re tied to him but it’s invisible

In pain you keep by his side

For you he’d never search the oceans

He’s forgotten you were once his precious pearl.

He is convinced he loves you enough though,

he claims that this is the best he can be

He tears you down at times but

You and I know that you are,

both the paper that gets torn and the tape,

that glues the smithereens together once again.

Be ready, a week or a month, he’s gonna tear you apart again.

And I am crying now knowing

you do not deserve this pain you are receiving…

 

 

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A dreamer holds on regardless…

Hello lovely reader! I hope you are having a great day today.

So I was thinking what should I write about today? And I was in the midst of putting my words in to a rhythm when I finally came across this! (I was also listening to music)

12 year old me would have never thought that the name “Taylor Swift” would become a name that I would grow up to adore. It’s indescribable. She is the reason that I wanted to play guitar. She is the reason that I wanted to sing. And above all she is still the reason that I keep singing and dancing and playing music and going nuts at 12 am.

I can pin point  so clearly the moment that my best friend asked me if I’ve heard this song called Love story. It was 2009. And I was like,

“letmme check it out when I go home” (We could not use phones at school)

And in comes me the next day, with loads to talk about her. I had read her entire Wikipedia page in one night and her whole story. Where she is from, how old she was, her full name, how many instruments she played, her passion for country music…just everything.

I talked about her that whole week with my best friend till she got sick of my voice. I imagined what it would like to become a musician and she was my number one inspiration.

Now keep in your mind that this was before her albums “1989” or “Red”. It was before everyone knew her, before she became a household name. This year 2017, it’s been almost eight whole years that I have been a fan of her.

Recently when I am asked,

“So…what kinda music do you listen to?”

I fear that people might judge me, because when they hear the name Taylor Swift I think their perspective could be different. She has achieved so much since starting out as the girl playing in Nashville. But to me she is still the same old Taylor that I would sing along to in front of an old big ass computer.  I am so happy whenever I meet a “Swiftie” because I know that I have a person to share my admiration of her music with.

You know how you feel when something goes right and you don’t regret a single thing? That’s how I feel about finding Taylor’s music. I have been here all along and I am still standing right here and I do not plan on not calling myself a “Swiftie…”

But to my great disappointment I have never seen her live. And it’s really heartbreaking to see her come and go every time to my country but I never get to see her. I feel like one of her songs at times.

I live so far away from where she performs every time. Same with the “reputation” tour next year. To be honest I am super bummed. But I’d have to suck it up till I one day will be able to go to her concert. Whether that’s gonna be in three years, five years or even ten years…that I do not know. I want it to be my first concert because I want it to be the most beautiful day in my entire life. And I will hold on until that day comes. I have waited since 2009 and I can wait a little longer.  Maybe that will make that one moment even more beautiful.

And I never knew that You can actually miss people you have never met in your damn life ! Maybe it’s because her music speaks to me very much. On the other hand I think if I ever get to meet her I would be so overwhelmed I might drop down dead. But I’d still give it a try. Is it concerning? I do not know.

She opened me up to country music and just music in general. And she showed me that music can make you feel and help me share moments, moments that I otherwise would not have been able to freeze.

And those secret sessions that she’s been having for her fans! I could not be happier for those lucky fans!  And I am happy even thought it’s not me, but someone got to meet this adorably talented young women.

Dear Tay Tay, I love you very much for every lyric you have written, whether they made you cry or made you laugh you helped loads of people through your music, still do. I just want to give you a big hug and sing along to some of your songs with you. Let me dream big and I will tell you all of this when I one day meet you 🙂

Love

G.G

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A lie per second…

Hold on tight babe, we will land safe

Every time you tell me, but it’s a one big lie

You lost what you didn’t take care of

Now I am flying free like a butterfly after the storm

Is it too rude of me to be smiling

Without you who was by my side all along

I cannot help but let you go away

My smiles could never co-exist with yours anyway

Your love could’ve killed me but I never cared

Clean but still young and living out of pain

I miss you in ways that I never knew existed

But I know for a fact, you were never the personification of love

A dream crusher…

“I call him “a dream crusher” for many reasons. He is many things that I never aspire to be. I grew up convinced that if I work hard enough one day, I will get to achieve my dreams. Maybe that was the reason I held on to my first self made DYI guitar, a PVC pipe and a thread going round my neck. It could not make any music obviously, but I felt as if I had a guitar. I remember there was this pavement in my back yard and I would absolutely turn into a performing artist right there, when no one would be watching. I pretended that I was at American Music Awards and Grammy Awards. I was so excited about my dreams and all those memorable times that I was yet to make. I still feel the goosebumps, those that I felt when I was pretending to play my DYI guitar like a pro. I am wondering how stupid I might’ve looked now….

From around 11 till I was 17 I was in this era (I don’t want to call it a phase cause it was not just a phase) when I believed I would not survive if I never became a musician. I could not simply think of a future without music. All I wanted to do was sing and make music and inspire people, to feel the musical notes running on my body, inside every single vain.

And at the age of 16 I got my first real guitar. What is even more disappointing is that he is the one who brought it for me. A brand new acoustic guitar. But he also brought to me the doubts and desperation along with it. He planted the seeds of doubt in my heart and mind. I tried to get rid of them but these thoughts grew larger day by day and spread across of my whole existence. They reached my veins and my blood that had been nurtured with musical notes before, mixed up with the an endless chain of hesitation to pursue music.

Even my little brain at the tender age of fifteen believed that he was a dreamer because he truly was and still is to a certain extent. But he still managers to destroy them even before the fresh flowers of the spring blossoms.

And that is how he came to be a “dream crusher”. Now, when he asks what my aspirations are I call him a “dream crusher”. Even now he seems to think that it is funny, but it is rather rude in my opinion. Maybe he wanted to mould me into something that I did not want to be because he did not get to choose the path that he loved. Maybe he was clueless as much as I was, deciding my future all on his own. But that doesn’t mean it was acceptable.

I have nothing but love for you, but I know for sure that you are a dreamer and a dream crusher both at the same time and I don’t know what to make out of it… ”

Have a nice day!

Hope: an attitude…

Hello lovely readers!

Hope: a mesmorising attitude that can do wonders.

Hope is a somewhat difficult topic for me to talk about. I am often in the midst of finding hope to go on or to be hopeful to put it in better words. There are times that I can no longer see the light at the end of the tunnel. But occasionally from time to time I feel the urge to remind myself to be grateful and be hopeful of the sunny days that are yet to come, moments that are yet to become beautiful memories.

For me being hopeful is reminding myself everyday when I get up that today has the potential to be better than yesterday. And feeling excited to face the day. But this only happens on a perfect day. Most of the days when thinking of waking up and facing the day in my head I just shout out words those that might be too rude to say out loud to some one. Haha

Regardless, hope is what has brought us so far. Maybe that might be the reason that we need to nurture hope. Where there is no hope, there will be no future. I believe that it is excruciatingly difficult to be hopeful at times, but we should find the courage to find more beautiful things to bring light to our lives.

Somedays you will wake up and feel less energetic and excited about your life, your career, your relationships and whatnot. But everyday is shaping you become a better person and hope will be there to guide you. Always keep that in your mind. I am sure you will have the opportunity to come across the most beautiful moments of your life.

Hope is vital, I hope you take the much needed time to grow hope in your heart and in the hearts of your loved ones. Sometimes, you can save a dying plant by watering it just like you might be mending someone by instilling hope in their lives.

Have a great day!