Astha's Corner

Giggles Pity Jokes fill the air, Again as I become an embarrassment heir. Stupid Idiot maniac are the words, Without realising what happened at first. "There goes the loser" she pointed again, "Total Maniac!" He called in vain. No place to hide, No one to blame. As I start to laugh, I exhale the shame. Crowd went silent, All I hear are my snorts. In that moment I realise, Indirectly I slapped those snobs. Picking up the dignity that fell down, Learned how joyful it can be being a clown. Click here to buy this

Drop of Talent; Mixed with Misery, Looks like I was raised as a Subsidy. Butterflies sparkled in the dark, Left on a cliff than an arc. So I took steps back And joined the crowd, Told things I lacks Better obey & bow. Wore black to hide my light, Feared brightness can damage my sight. Burned ideas & symphonies I write, Just to be normal to act alright. But as the time neared, I no more  disappeared. Picking up my worth & gears, I made my own year. Sometimes being your own cheer, That's how you loose a Fear. Click on Image to Buy Hey guys! This month I'm trying #inktober i.e. I'll be making 31 ink based drawing for 31 days of October. That'll all be posted here on 31st of October itself. If you want to check out my progress follow me on instagram by clicking here . And I've a Facebook Page now. Please like it! Else then that check out the latest Inktober entry Video Below!

As another year gets added to life, I'm over thinking about making it right. Since nights crawls up my sleeves, Lazy yet potential soul is what they believe. Misty fog still stubborn to clear, Clock ticking is the only thing I hear. People seek glory while I search happiness, An aim that shows a way to solve this mess. As the brain jumps above, Heart beats out loud. Silencing all the senses, Questioning what was it all about. Why following the old path, When you can create your own trail. Why coloring in monotone, When you can turn the picture ablaze. Pulse play rhythms, Burden numbs it out. How to stay silent? Because you're a Breakout. 

via Tumblr Hey Viewers! Yeah it's been a while since I posted something. You might be thinking, the posts may not be coming back. But unlike the "thinkings", here I'm once again. The thing is I was never off from writing. The only thing I was off from was myself. The past few months I have been riding this roller coaster of incidences. Being a writer it definitely affected me & my work & as usual that's when life came to hit me hard. That's the biggest reason why I'm so afraid to be happy, because I expect so much from my own people & all they do is hit me with flood of sadness & self-doubt. As far as my poems are concerned...Yeah! they've always represented what I've been felt & always will. Because no matter what other say, I'm lovin' to be LOST! Standing right in front of an open door, But there I see a place without the floor. Why am I here? is all that I think, Dirtying my hand with the confusion ink. ...