Midnight Diaries

There’s something inexplicably peaceful about sipping cocktails, listening to songs you love and writing whatever the hell you feel like.

Just a random thought.

“And I’ll find a way...

I’ll find a way to you...”

Its bloody 2:51 a.m.; I was sleepy like crazy a few minutes ago, and now sleep has ditched me somehow (like always). So, here I am, writing gibberish crap.

Just finished watching the last episode of Pretty Little Liars; I really wanna hug Spencer and tell her that it’s all gonna be okay, and I SO wanna strangle Mona to death! 

Oh dear, I should stop blabbering.

Maybe I just need sleep. Or probably a bed beside Spence in Radley.

I’ll go with the first option. I also know that pretty soon I’ll just end up with my copy of Rebecca.

Anyway, to all the owls of my camp, good night and good bye for now.

Lots of love,

*yawns*

Creative Insanity. 

The Glass Ball

I want to be able to walk blithely,

Without the fear of being abducted.

I want to break free from these barriers

That chain me down to where I don’t want to be.

I want to love, without fearing

The stinging stares of those hollow eyes.

I want to lose myself in a maze of joy

Where no woe can take a peep.  

I want to write without trembling

Under the blanket of confinements.

I want to sing the songs of my heart

Without bothering about the top drawer decrees.

I want to dance in the rain

Feeling it drench every inch of my soul.

I want to feel the bliss, like a penguin,

Enclosed in her perfect ball of snow.

- Sayantani Sarkar.

Just another Girl

She’s just another girl

Waiting for the sun to rise,

She’s lost in a crowd of millions,

But she knows she’ll find her way.

She’s dressed in her tattered jeans,

But dreams of a long, white gown,

Her hair is messy and all over the place

But she feels like a princess anyway.

Behind those black-rimmed glasses

Lie eyes that dream of palaces,

Concealing herself with an old, yellow book

She hopes to get noticed someday.

Her heart’s been broken and played with

But she doesn’t stop praying for love,

She cries herself to tears every night,

But with a smile, welcomes the day.

With a heart filled with wishes like a vast ocean

She wants to travel into a kingdom of her own,

Where there’s hope, love and warm sunshine;

Somewhere beautiful, somewhere far away.

   -   Sayantani Sarkar.