Day 319: If you could, would you rather live in the early 1900’s?
Umm no… it’s bad enough now in terms of equality, things were way worse for women/people of color back then! I’m pretty happy living in the time period we’re in right now.. cause I would not be who I am if I were to be born and brought up back then you know!!
Day 318: Are you happy with how you look?
Not entirely. I think my hips are a little too wide, my boobs are too big for my liking (i know, who complains about that.. WELL PEOPLE WITH BIG CHESTS DO OKAY). Ummm. Yeah. Other than that, I say we good. Oh and arm fat. Gah. Punjabi girl problems.
Main jeena chahti hoon.
Is duniya ke har kaune ki darshan karna chahti hoon.
Parvaton ko choona chahti hoon,
Asmaanon ko choomna chahti hoon.
Hawaon mein udne ki khwaahish hai meri,
Fizaon ko sunne ki farmaaish hai meri.
Lamha lamha haathon se chootey,
Ae do pal ki ye zindagi,
Aaye itni aasani se aur jaaye bhi aise hi.
Waqt na ruke humaare liye,
Hum zinda hai, toh aise jiye,
Ke kal ke sapne ban jaaye aaj ki hakikat,
Jo hona hai so hi hoga, kismat ke haathon mein hain mere yaar,
Magar is zindagi se zaroor karna tum pyaar.
Day 317: Your fears?
Death. Losing my loved ones. Disappointing my family and friends. Not getting where I want to be in life. Living with regrets.
Oh, and injections. And crumpled paper. I freaking despise those, they weird me out.
and that my kisses will always be barbaric.
At night, I will bare my neck to the sword of your tongue, to the punishment
of your teeth.
I will wear the marks like a necklace
as people stare at your lip, bitten raw.
My mom tells me that I watch too much
television, so my idea
of love is all smooth skin and
5 minute commercials when I get tired, but not here. Not you.
I will eat your sighs and harvest them in my belly until winter,
until they ripen the shape of my name.
I will press my hands into the wet
cement of your ribcage until
you can see fingerprints.
I will learn your anger. I will lick your sadness. I will feast on your hunger.
I promise a banquet for our ending.
I promise a parade of drums for the day you close the door behind you for the last time.
I promise not to carry you around with me like a mistake or a pack of gum, even when I forget what you taste like.
When they ask me about you,
I will always smile.
I will say your name and it will
sound like “thank you.”
Day 316: What is your definition of the word love? Talk about 3 things you love.
Love is inexplicable happiness, a permanent pick me up, something that makes you smile every moment you think of it, something you live for, or something that keeps you alive.
1. I really love some of my friends and family.
2. I love music.
3. I love food. :)