When they care

When they care

I’m so happy that you decided to care finally. I was dying, hurting, stumbling and falling. You could’ve lend me a rope but you liked the idea of me falling. You never wanted me to climb back but once I did you never wanted yourself to fall in the same pithole so you held on to me.

You knew you were losing your grip and that killed you. You scratched my skin and dug your nails in me but you lost the grip. You wanted to hurt every part of me but it killed you how you ended up hurting yourself. People say you should forget it and acknowledge their care. What they meant is that you should allow yourself to drown with the one who is drowning. People care but they only care when they know you don’t need it. They only care when they need it. They only care when it’s useful to them.

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HEAR ME OUT. 

HEAR ME OUT. 

Hear me out, I had a nightmare 

Hear me out, you were standing at the centre and I was nowhere

Hear me out, I think I took the wrong turn 

Hear me out, there’s a train near by and it churns 

Here me out, I’m unsure if I shall get on it

Hear me out, there is a hut and it is candlelit  

Hear me out, I guess it’s half past 9 

Hear me out, I feel it is never going to be fine

Hear me out, I believe it’d be a night when I won’t sleep  

Hear me out, I believe it’d be a night I will just weep

Call me out. 

Call me out. 

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Call me out, when you are drowning 

Call me out, when the stars are not shining 

Call me out, when your heart aches 

Call me out, when the clouds thunder and ground shakes 

Call me out, when the flames touch your body 

Call me out, when you’re shivering and you need a coffee 

Call me out, when you think your story is about to end 

Call me out, when the damage is hard to mend

THE GAME HUNTER. 

THE GAME HUNTER. 

We do our very best but sometimes it’s just not good enough. We buckle our lapbelts, we wear a helmet, we stick to the lighted ones. We take all these safety precautions to save ourselves. We try so hard to protect ourselves but it doesn’t make a damn difference because when the bad things come, they come out of nowhere. Fate doesn’t care about our plans. Fate is a hunter. You’re falling and it throws you a rope but only to get you into the noose. I see no power greater than the power that lied within our fates. I’ve heard people saying ‘fate is a gift‘ but I haven’t seen gifts ruining people’s life. Gifts aren’t evil. Fate is a diplomacy. When it’s kind we claim ourselves ‘fortunate’ but that’s not true we were just favoured but when it’s a trump card or the turn of the tide we cry our eyes out as if life is all about pings and pangs. It leads us to nothing but agony. Fate fools you. It plays you and wins!

–Beautiful thoughts from a beautiful mind of Mahnoor Tabassum. Working with you has been a treat! ❤️

The Joke Was On You. 

The Joke Was On You. 

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You called her fat, you called her short, you pulled her leg for being too skinny or being too tall. You made fun and laughed together. You knew it would break her inside but you laughed anyway. She knew she’s breaking inside but she laughed anyway. So funny and enjoyable. Isn’t it?

She went home and looked at herself in a full length mirror trying hard to escape those fears, scars and insecurities. Moving her fingertips through all the nicest places she turned away. She wanted to shine the brightest this year but your approbations and jests quelled her but you both laughed because it was so entertaining. She lost the shine in her smile and forgot to suspire a fresher air. Poor she got more attuned to your toxicity.

Even on the days she deserved your claps, you refused to grow up. You made jokes and chortled because it was so amusing. Wasn’t it mate? Piece by piece you damaged her and laughed. You were so dead to find better reasons for your amusement and she was too dead to rebel.

She tried hard to seek your kind words but went home in a dismay. She cried and cried. Her pillows all wet, she shouted the loudest in her head. She looked out for answers to the questions that you inculcated in her mind. Questions that were now becoming a part of her soul. She hated herself even so more.


In the 20th Century, I just hope we are able to find better reasons for our mirth and better subjects for our jokes. At this point I just hope you realise how worse it is to be the reason behind why someone hates herself. Be kind.
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P.S: This article is for a friend that is where my purpose of using the pronoun ‘herself’ lies.

The Vagueness To Survival.

The Vagueness To Survival.

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I don’t know or maybe we all don’t know. The problem is we never know but is this really a stumbling block?

Don’t you believe if we start knowing everything the world would lose its shine? The moon shone the brightest until we realized the truth. The butterfly seemed to be radiant and bright-colored until we took in its grotesque reality.

A wise once said: ‘Don’t ever take a fence down until you know the reason it was put up’  What is on the face and what could be inside? You never know. But why even to know if it is going to damage anyway? Maybe if we just start discerning everything, you and I will end up in a bath tub slitting our wrists. Maybe we’ll stop acting human. If we could look up a person from the inside we would probably build up an invisible wall and ignore each other at an another upgraded level. If we could look up a person from the inside we’d stop believing.. believing in the good. We will stop trying.. trying to find happiness because we’d already know what’s going to hurt us. Maybe we all somehow know what hurts. EVERYTHING. Every single thing. But how can we be sure without trying every single hope that brings us to light and then dampens our spirits? So once again we end up not knowing it.

We need reasons for our survival and this unsurety and vagueness is one of them. Life is just a short gist of experiences so I make sure I make the happy ones. I read it somewhere: ‘Knowledge is a rope and some times you’re weaving a noose out it’ Sometimes ignorance is a bliss and most of the times it is a blessing to not know things.