Saturday, October 3, 2015


They can have a profoundddd affect on you. When I was 7, my father told me that words can either break you or make you… that words can end or start a beautiful relationship. That words big or small carried their own energy, so think before you speak…or don’t speak at all.

He passed away a couple of years later, and it’s today that I realize, he could not have been more correct. Your words come and haunt you…especially the bitter ones, they feel like a nasty whiplash on your bare back. And the sweet ones feel like fresh honey drops and that’s the difference. Today the latter happened, and it could not have been sweeter.

My dear father may have passed but his words stay with me; words that he penned and the ones that he didn’t. Words that he lectured with and the words that he advised with.


I love you, abbu. But this year, I miss you more than your words.

Sunday, June 14, 2015

23 and Free


My name is Aleena, and i am Twenty-Three
I like to think i have no boundries and i am free

But that's a lie i tell myself, to retain my sanity
So that there's a bit of clarity

I want to have fun for as long as i can
Because time is running by and i'm getting a tan

I like to expand my cognitive mind to it's maximum potential, son
And i know it's easier said than done

Although i love making chai for me
Soon there will be a plus one and three

Although that scares me,
But i hope it's when i'm not twenty-three yet still free

I hope i get to live and follow my passion,
And not get forced to pick the latest fashion

I hope my kids don't have to put up with things i had to
I'm gonna make sure, i'm the best mother who puts them bed to

But who knows, i just might end up with a crazy career in writing
But for that i'm going to need a lot of strenght to continue fighting

For now, if i do give up and flee
Just remember i was once twenty-three
Thinking that i was free


I run-What's your superpower

Thursday, May 14, 2015

I'm going to stop now...

It's okay to have one bad day or even screw up. But when it becomes a habit, it becomes slightlyyyy worrisome. I get irritated and frustrated by little things, like unfairness, unjust treatment of ordinary people that sometimes clams me up, but it's also things like labeling others. How do I deal with this? I can stand up, but i want to know if it would actually make a difference.

My behaviour really surprises me sometimes, I mean my entire life, due to the life experiences that I have had, and the kind of people I have dealt would think that I would've gotten use to this by now... but i haven't

Friday, May 8, 2015

Cluless recluse

Yes, it's been 6 months. Yes, we haven't been talking. But the part that really makes me L.O.L is when I end giving pretentious advice to newbie heartbreaks. But you know what has really happened due to this whole, "not being in a thing that makes no sense and is a nonsense thing?" is that i feel like i see life slightly clearer now. I pay attention to myself. That constant headache that i'm hiding something is gone, or that guilt that i was constantly made to feel everyday about 'not caring enough' isn't there. After all, I am 23. I change on a daily basis. There are new interpretations, new lessons learned everyday for me. I am as clueless as one can be. I am easily fascinated by the little things in life and yes i've had really weird phases...phases of crying all the time, to trusting weird people, being paranoid and just being in plain fits of laughter.

I feel like now i have the time to do shit, I actually like/enjoy, for example, annoying people. oogling at strangers, mimicking kids and similar stuff, y'know?

Sunday, January 25, 2015

To Graduate or Not to Graduate-THAT is the question

I pose this question in the hopes that i would feel slightly better about myself.