I don't care for your fairytale

Hey, Walt Disney, you owe me an apology.

I'm lost at some random bus stop, I'm looking at my phone and trying to figure out a way out of this place. 

This tall-dark-handsome man walks up to me and says why on earth should I help you? You, women, think you can get a way out of everything because you are woman. 

I'm stunned, I literally couldn't open my mouth. I think he had heard me talking to my mother on the phone. 

As confused as I was by his statement but I hadn't asked for help. Not from him, nor the other 15 men who were standing in front of me. 

The tall blonde lets out a cry of despair says would have cut it myself if I knew men could climb hair
I'll have to find another tower somewhere and keep away from the windows

Apparently I was a damsel in distress according to him, but he said he wouldn't help me. 

The joke was on me, my female clan for acting too fucking fragile.

His statement was equivalent to telling me that all women do is sleep their way up. 

Cinderella's on her bedroom floor, She's got a Crush on the guy at the liquor store
Cause Mr. Charming don't come home anymore and she forgets why she came here

Dear Snow White, Cinderella and all the other damsels in distress, please stop it. 

For me, for the rest of the women on the planet who are actually independent, hard working and strong. 

Somewhere a pregnant lady is busting her ass off all by herself because she wasn't ready to depend on anyone, for her sake stop. 

I'm not asking you all to become lesbian and go all feminist on every man's ass, no please don't. 

It's a lovely feeling to be taken care by a man; be it your father, brother, friend, boyfriend, husband or your son. Understand the difference between chivalry and dependence, let a man take care of you just don't depend your fucking life on him, give that poor XY chromosome creature a break. 

Sleeping Beauty's in a foul mood for shame she says none for you dear prince, I'm tired today
I'd rather sleep my whole life away than have you keep me from dreaming

Yes, I know he isn't producing kids or going through a bloody menstrual cycle every month like us, don't let that fact make you hate him or go a feminist manic on him. 

God made us different for a reason but don't use those reason as a defence mechanism and act like a fucking Barbie doll. 

Seriously stop it. 

With loads of love, 

Miss independent(I'm the one Ne-Yo wrote that song about).

She's only waiting spent the whole life being graded on the sanctity of patience and a dumb Appreciation
But the story needs some mending and a better happy ending

Image Courtesy: Fallen Princesses by +Dina Goldstein 

Caption Courtesy: Fairytale by +Sara Bareilles 

Post Happily Ever After

“Unless it's mad, passionate, extraordinary love, it's a waste of your time. There are too many mediocre things in life. Love shouldn't be one of them,” these were the most beautiful words she had ever read.

Like every other girl she grew up reading and watching fairytales, she was naive enough to believe that someday her prince will sweep her off her feet.

Such high standards to the whole idea of LOVE that she just couldn't do mediocre, but the strangest part was nobody ever made her feel extraordinary. She kept waiting for the correct one to come along, but he never did. She just met the wrong ones.

She wanted mad love, extreme feelings. Love was such a small word, with such high standards.

One fine day, She thought she met the one. Finally, she felt the extremeness of love.

He made her heart skip a beat. He brought her flowers and he did everything he could to make her feel extraordinary. She was living the fairytale, but it's the law of nature, nothing lasts forever.

Since no fairytale ever spoke about what happens post happily ever after, she didn't know reality.  But reality and happily-ever-after were two different sides of the same coin, her coin flipped and reality was also an extreme emotion but this time on the wrong side of extreme.

The nicest of the hearts can be the coldest ones. Right there her fairytale was over.

Her heart never skipped a beat after that, butterflies are just insects for her.
This time he didn't make her heart skip a beat, he didn't buy her flowers, he did things but not extraordinary things unlike the past but it was better than a fairytale because this time love didn't have to live up to any standards.

Like others they fought, they made each other feel horrible. Love wasn't the only emotion they felt; there was lust, hate, anger & resentment. They were no Romeo & Juliet, they were mediocre just like the rest. 
It wasn't mad love, it was plain, but it was still extraordinary. 

Image Courtesy: +Dina Goldstein 

Rebellion In It's Purest Form

I can't be the only one who sometimes has panic attacks because I feel like my roots are too deep and I must leave this very instant or I never will.

I want to take a road trip. I don’t want a partner,

My city is the only friend I want.

I want to get out of here and head somewhere new with no aim, 
with just a wanderlust in my heart.

I'm perfectly lonely because I don't belong to anyone nobody belongs to me,

It’s my city that belongs to me and I belong to her.

People aren't my forte, they will never be.

People even more than things have to be restored, renewed, reclaimed and redeemed.

Someday I will tear up my heart, shut it down and leave.

With no one to hold me down, none to define me

Just the Skyscraper that will define the city line and me.

No love letters to live on just scraps of receipts, candy wrappers, tickets to bask on.

Sure, I’ll be petrified to do it all by myself but as if I’m not right now.

At least the feeling of being solidified will help me stay alive.

Wanderers never have anyone to run to, we believe we are the “Misfits”.

Books, Music, Coffee, Souvenirs and Memories are all we have.  

Travel teaches you pain, empathy, humanity and love.

To travel is worth any cost or sacrifice.

It’s hard to escape from people, but it’s harder to escape from places.

Defy the bounds, take a trip, leave a little piece of your heart for the cities you’ve been to and never let the wandering soul rest.

Dress up, Write Stories, Travel, Party and Kiss People Goodbye. 

Quarter after one.

It was quarter after one at night, she wakes up screaming drenched in her sweat with tears flowing down her neck. She kept screaming his name, kept weeping till she was alright. 

She needed him there, but he was miles away.
She knew the rest of the world was just a phone call away but her crippled heart kept bleeding for him, not for the world to make her feel alright.
The night owned her, the piercing pain kept her up all night. 
Few hours down the line she puts her make up on, paints her nails red, picks her bag up and leaves like nothing happened in the night and she was all fit and fine. 
In her head she knew that fairy tales don't always have a happy ending and life sought a darker way, she kept quiet and nobody did ever realize that moon no longer had the same value as it used to, because every night with the moon, followed the biggest nightmare of her life.

Resentment.

He was a martyr or that's what the world made him believe he was. 

His heart filled with rage and resentment. 

He took his gun, made them count till 3.

They closed their eyes, said their prayers. 

The rage in his heart, didn't let his hands tremble a bit.

He looked at those terrified faces and pulled the trigger.

Two bullets, one shot and his sleeves were forever stained red. 

Just stop and stare at her.

Shaky hands, steady legs and a red runny nose,

she rubs her eyes, it's funny how one night made her blind. 

Her pink cheeks turned black with all the mascara flowing down,

lips sealed and silenced.

Just stop and stare at her.

some may see a messed up mess,

and some may find her beautiful none the less.

You might think of her as plain old Jane,

but she owns a smile like summer,

which sometimes turns into rain. 

Just stop and stare at her.

what you'll see is a beautiful mess.

Even with all her trouble herself,

she'll make you feel alive,

because she is rainbows and butterflies.

Just stop and stare at her.

all she wants to do is live her life.

Her moment is never right,

she'll drink coffee at midnight,

she is scared but that she'll never share.

Just stop and stare at her.

you'll see an imperfect dress,

and unkempt hair.

At times she doesn't want to live her life,

with a coffin nail in her mouth,

she moves away but she always turns around.

Just stop and stare at her.

you'll see how a lady looks like,

no one can tell her what her remorse is,

she smiles then throws a fight,

Just stop and stare at her. 

Matchbox Twenty!

Lets be sure my things came down hard and you couldn't wait here. 
I believed it was all coming to an end, oh well but we were gonna pretend, 
because what doesn't kill you, doesn't stay.  
Well stop lying, I don't know why would you ever lie to me like i'm a little untrusting. 
No its not over, not while I still need you around. 
I started to want you more than I want to, that wasn't my finest hour, 
but gone gone baby its all gone there's no one in the corner and no one at home, 
now its over for me and its over for you. 
There was a little bit of something in me and everything in you, 
but I cant relate anymore and that's the problem 
but there is something you better get straight, 
I got no room in my life pick up the anchor and set it straight,
because what doesn't kill you, doesn't stay.