redrubie

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Wattpader. Amateur Writer. Optimist. Teetotaler. Feminist.

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  • redrubie 1w

    Dear Citylights,

    I imagine you to be a narcissist if you were a human, and trust me, you're not to be blamed. Who doesn't love you? Nightlife is your baby, you always cradling it with such love and passion as if it was born after years of prayers. People feel alive in the excitement you offer - 24-hours busy roads with tons of vehicles snaking their ways from point A to point B, the glamour that begs you to become rich, the style that makes you a spendthrift, the food that instantly makes you a food-blogger and the beaches that kiss the drowning sun with the hope of seeing it again the next morning.

    But, have you ever, ever been to villages? You are so self-absorbed, you probably must have over-looked their beauty. They are everything you are not, and trust me, I mean it in the most humble way. The air has a different kind of sweetness, that addictive fragrance that exhilarates you and energizes your body. You won't see huge concrete buildings or those made of glass. But, you'll see pretty, tiny houses, probably only the size of your drawing room, their walls filled with the old photo frames, photos of Gods they worship and find hope in, with the drawings their little ones make and the flakes expressing the perishing beauty of their homes. You'll see chickens, goats, and cows seemingly having a meaningful conversation with each other and enjoying the company. You'll notice how the laid out farms smell of hardwork and earnest sweat, of the blood that graces the soil and increases its worth infinitely.

    But amongst everything, you'll find people who define love, with their hearts as pure as the purest, so huge as if a whole universe lies within them. Their oneness will make you green with envy. Look into their eyes, and you'll be sucked into a place of million dreams and hopes, a willingness to put everything they have to achieve them. Look at them, and you'll know the meaning of true happiness, peace and satisfaction.

    World is materialistic, and will be more. You've to know where the trueness of your life lies.

    - A Lost Wanderer Finding Life.

    ***

    Hi! Posting here after an eternity. Have I lost my whatever writing skills I had? Let me know, please!

    @readwriteunite @writersnetwork @mirakee @laughing_soul @geraldine_mary @lovenotes_from_carolyn
    @ni89gale (I posted this for you on reading your comment yesterday, shh)

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    Look into their eyes, and you'll be sucked into a place of million dreams and hopes, a willingness to put everything they have to achieve them.

    ©redrubie

  • redrubie 11w

    Do dead roses have a fragrance?
    I always wondered.

    They do, they don't. Maybe
    They smell of broken promises
    And all the good times that are left behind,
    Of unacknowledged passion
    Of the flickering flame of dying desire.
    And probably of all the love
    That lies moribund in
    The darkest corner of the hearts.

    Or they probably are aromatic
    Of unopened surprises
    Because of the clouding anxiety,
    Of the threaded feathers
    Suppressing you of the heights
    Or of the unlimited opportunities
    That now seem to be pretty limited.

    How do you perceive it?

    They are dying,
    Losing the grace which envies
    The beauty of the starry night.
    They are dying,
    Losing the strength and
    Putting glassy hearts to shame.

    They are dying
    But they still symbolise love,
    Love and assurance of being there.
    They no more possess colour -
    Bright, and the velvety touch, too.
    But they sound like
    Fallen leaves in autumn
    When you step through them
    Making way for your
    Newer and better self.

    These dead roses are the layers
    We usually tend to wear off
    And never realise.
    It's the change we see in others
    It's the change that they see in us.
    And let's try to make it better, always
    For the dead roses in the vase
    Could be replaced with the new ones
    But, fortunately or unfortunately,
    We couldn't.

    ***

    After so long!
    @writersnetwork @readwriteunite @lovenotes_from_carolyn @mirakee @repost_mirakee

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    They are dying,
    Losing the grace which envies
    The beauty of the starry night.
    They are dying,
    Losing the strength and
    Putting glassy hearts to shame.

    ©redrubie

  • redrubie 16w

    It's been a while
    Since I read a book
    And learnt new words
    And felt overwhelming emotions
    Trying to get their way out
    Sometimes through my eyes,
    Through my words or sometimes
    Just through my actions.

    It's been a while
    Since I met my old friends
    And talked to them about life -
    Theirs as well as mine,
    How it was lately,
    If they missed talking to me
    Reminiscing all those times
    In school and school buses
    We spent, talking about random things,
    Some of them which
    Don't even make sense now.

    It's been a while
    Since I talked to my mom
    And asked if she was okay
    Because planning the future
    Of an engineer kid along with
    The one with a bit of Down's Syndrome
    And making the ends meet
    Without letting anyone know
    How huge of a task that is
    Could be really stressful.

    It's been a while
    Since I talked to my boyfriend
    For hours without checking
    The time on the clock
    Because my studies and his work
    Have intricately made themselves priorities
    In the hustle and bustle of life
    And also because 'this' is termed
    As the most critical time
    Of our to-be-luxurious lives.

    It's been a while
    Since I really listened to a song
    And understood the lyrics
    Which touched my heart and soul
    And put my mind in a place
    Where peace was all you could find,
    Since I appreciated the people
    On their beautiful earrings,
    Their newly bought shoes,
    Or just the new haircut they got
    And thanked them
    For helping me complete my assignments
    And lending me their notes
    When I bunked the lectures
    And also for receiving my calls
    At the most untimely hour.

    It's been a while
    Since I acknowledged
    This beautiful place,
    That clear sky and those white
    Fur balls claiming as clouds and
    The tall, green trees and
    The pricking grass and waxy leaves
    That cute Retriever with its tail wagging
    The crashing waves at the beach
    And the promising horizon
    And everything that makes
    Living so beautiful.

    It's been forever
    Since I focussed on good things
    Rather than complaining and
    Anticipating situations and decisions
    That couldn't be changed.
    It's been forever
    But it's never too late
    To put smiling faces on
    And take strides towards
    Celebrating good times and
    Pulling out the positivity
    From the bad ones.

    ***

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    It's been a while
    Since I acknowledged
    This beautiful place,
    That clear sky and those white
    Fur balls claiming as clouds and
    The tall, green trees and
    The pricking grass and waxy leaves
    That cute Retriever with its tail wagging
    The crashing waves at the beach
    And the promising horizon
    And everything that makes
    Living so beautiful.

    ©redrubie

  • redrubie 18w

    Today, as I sat in the train gazing at the busy life, two girls made themselves comfortable on the empty seats beside me.

    I consider eavesdropping as a sin, but couldn't help myself when I committed it. The laughs of them which echoed when they entered the train seemed now to blow away in the polluted air.

    "I'd told you to not tell him!" The one with short hair said.

    The other one had really long hair which she had secured with a loose telephone-wire-like hair band. She still smiled, not knowing how upset her friend was.

    "I just wanted to help. He really likes you. So what if he knows that you do, too?"

    "You don't understand the fragility, here. I don't want to come out as desperate and clingy! And anyway, why do you always have to keep poking your nose around in my life!" She huffed and I sensed her shifting a little towards me and away from her Rapunzel friend.

    There was a brief moment of silence and I didn't dare to look at them. Because, I knew that her eyes held hurt.

    The Rapunzel friend scooped her arm around the short-hair one and said, "No! You're not. And why would he think that? I got it all covered." She winked, but her smile had disappeared. Suddenly, her beautiful face was not so beautiful anymore.

    The cranky friend looked at the Rapunzel one and said, "Sometimes, I just say too much. I'm sorry?"

    Rapunzel nodded.

    "But, I know I've got you always. I know you would be here to make me understand things and make everything right in my life." This time the cranky one put her arms around Rapunzel.

    And just two seconds later, they hugged. They had nothing to do with me but I felt a rush of joy coursing within me.

    That's probably because, I know eavesdropping is a sin, and yet I had committed it only to experience that little joy of having a best friend. It reminded me of my days with her.

    It's amazing and beautiful how they make our worst days bearable and best days memorable.

    ***

    Tag your best friends to know they are special and how you miss them!

    @writersnetwork @readwriteunite @laughing_soul @mirakeeworld #pod

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    That's probably because, I know eavesdropping is a sin, and yet I had committed it only to experience that little joy of having a best friend.

    ©redrubie

  • redrubie 21w

    Those captivating irises,
    Kissable, luscious lips,
    That manly beard
    Defining his jaw line
    On that white sculpted face
    He was a beauty
    I wanted to possess.

    That fragile ego,
    Red anger around the irises,
    The shaking of hands,
    And the bulging blue veins
    On the vanilla surface of his neck,
    And mindlessly moving
    Of his tongue
    He was a beast
    I wanted to free myself from.

    This love was complicated
    Deeply rooted in my heart.
    If I tried to grab it out
    I might die.
    This was my love story where
    He was my beauty
    And he was my beast
    The story which wasn't
    Supposed to be narrated to kids
    But to helpless adults like me
    So they could try and
    Free themselves out
    From the twisted fairyland.

    ***

    @writersnetwork @readwriteunite @mirakee #pod #fragile

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    This love was complicated
    Deeply rooted in my heart.
    If I tried to grab it out
    I might die.
    This was my love story where
    He was my beauty
    And he was my beast.

    ©redrubie

  • redrubie 23w

    And like the ice turning to water,
    Her knees wobbled with an intensity
    She didn't know existed
    As she saw who stood before her -
    All in flesh and blood,
    All in freckles and glass eyes,
    The one that said would come back
    But, never did,
    While she waited and wailed for,
    For days, weeks and months.
    And now, here he was
    With his arms wide open,
    Eager to wrap them around her.
    She took her first step,
    Heard her baby crying,
    And saw the diamond ring
    She was wearing
    That secretly held the promises
    She had made and kept.
    She took a step back.
    She realised,
    Spring days were long gone,
    Autumn was here,
    And it was the time of fall
    When the leaves which once
    Looked so beautiful and strong
    Were destined to give up.

    ***

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    She realised,
    Spring days were long gone,
    Autumn was here,
    And it was the time of fall
    When the leaves which once
    Looked so beautiful and strong
    Were destined to give up.

    ©redrubie

  • redrubie 24w

    We've been through so many emotions
    The saccharin happiness
    And the tear-less sadness
    The fluttering excitement
    The dreadful sorrow
    The horrifying fear
    And so much more.

    It's been a tough year
    With so many people
    Coming into our lives
    And leaving without a word
    Leaving without any goodbyes.
    But, we made it through all.

    The breakup which made you
    Cry so hard that those hiccups
    Choked your throat while you talked
    And made you disconnect
    With this colourful world
    And made you see everything
    In just black and white,
    You made through it.

    The death of your granny
    Threw you into a pit
    Of darkness and silence
    Because all you could think of
    Was all those moments
    You had spent with her,
    The laughs, the advises
    And the complaints,
    But, you made through it, too.

    You failed one more attempt that
    You made towards the success.
    It banged you hard on floor
    Which left you hurt for months
    But also gave you strength
    To stand up with so much power
    You didn't realise you had it in you.
    You made through another failure.

    You had had your share of
    Despair and elation.
    Let it slide back so that
    We open new doors to welcome
    New opportunities, new attempts,
    Fresh success and fresh failure
    Our own share of destiny.
    If we've made it through so much
    We can surely make through
    Anything in the world.

    ***

    It's the last day of this year. I really hope on this last day, you've a beautiful smile on your face which you take forward to welcome a new year. We all deserve happiness.

    @writersnetwork @readwriteunite @lovenotes_from_carolyn

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    It's been a tough year
    With so many people
    Coming into our lives
    And leaving without a word
    Leaving without any goodbyes.
    But, we made it through all.

    ©redrubie

  • redrubie 27w

    We've been through arguments,
    Sometimes verbally aggressive fights,
    Because, I stayed glued to my grounds
    Not trying to step into your shoes
    And hurling my dominating words on you,
    Or because you were being unreasonable,
    Way too practical for my liking,
    Sometimes silence,
    As if the place had turned into a graveyard
    As if every living thing
    In the space around us had touched death.

    We've been through problems,
    Those related to both of us,
    You, not understanding
    My words and sentences.
    I, as you claimed, not understanding
    Your genuine emotions.
    It was like, we both were playing our own games
    And no one wanted to lose.
    It seemed like the maturity in us had evaporated
    With the war words that we didn't even mean.

    We've been through problems,
    Those that we dealt with, individually.
    I had noticed that huge pile of files
    Sitting indolently at the corner,
    Touching the newly painted wall,
    Of your neatly arranged table in the office room
    That you so excitedly had changed our guest room to.
    You said that you would spend more time with me.
    You didn't, although you tried,
    But the workload was so much
    It outweighed your weak, yet veritable promises.

    You've been with me through all.
    You helped me get your mother to like me,
    And your dad to accept me.
    We've stood up like shields before each other
    When we sensed an oncoming war.
    We've cleaned each other's vomit,
    Stayed awake multiple nights when one of us was sick,
    Surprised each other with impromptu meets,
    Tasted the dishes we actually hated,
    Although with scrunched up nose and half-opened eyes,
    Cooked for each other, implementing our self-acclaimed adeptness
    And did everything that would make us
    What most couples want to become - goals.

    And most importantly,
    We'd promised to love each other
    Although that's not how it works,
    Because loving someone is not a task to be accomplished
    But a feeling to engage in with that someone.
    We've been through so much together,
    So, this is just a spark that seems to be dulling
    As the years wash over us.
    The magnitude of this feeling is so large,
    Lighting a spark again seems like making that chocolate coffee,
    The one we always make together,
    The easiest of all.
    Come, let's keep everything aside
    And work on this, work on us,
    Because, that spark just needs the two of us, honest and accepting.

    ***

    Thank you for reading till here. Means a lot to me.

    @writersnetwork @readwriteunite @laughing_soul @lovenotes_from_carolyn @cold_akhil

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    The magnitude of this feeling is so large,
    Lighting a spark again seems like making that chocolate coffee,
    The one we always make together,
    The easiest of all.

    ©redrubie

  • redrubie 29w

    The closed windows
    Never lied to her.
    They showed her how
    The birds flew with zeal.
    They showed that
    When the darkness spreads,
    The stars reveal themselves.
    And when the Sun rises again,
    The new opportunities
    Shine bright as the day
    Giving you infinite chances
    And opportunities
    Helping you grow
    And become beautiful
    As the days run by.
    The closed windows
    Never lied to her.
    She knew she didn't
    Deserve to be locked away
    But to be soaring higher
    And higher.

    ***

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    She knew she didn't
    Deserve to be locked away...

    ©redrubie

  • redrubie 30w

    we're here to love
    ©redrubie