Strange Facts about Me | Srish

Hey Ya’ll! I started a collaboration with my friends! I will be Tuesdays on Life Four Ways and this is my first post! You get to know a little about me =)
Happy Reading!
Srish. xx


Hey guys!
Welcome to Tangled Tuesdays with Srish! I am Srishti and I will post on Tuesdays on Life Four Ways. I hope you join myself and my three other friends in a journey of fun, friendship and adventure.

Me in 3 pics

So, here is a little about me. I am an obsessive teenager who loves reading and writing. I am a little too obsessed with Harry Potter and would love to be a part of the Weasley family. I love writing, and my forte is poetry, generally about social issues.

This week we had to write some facts about ourselves that no one knows. Well, I am obsessed with calling things ‘Sunshine’. My first ever magazine that I designed and wrote for a school project was called sunshine, the first ever poem I wrote was called sunshine and my diary (which I used to write in regularly) was called Sunshine. In fact…

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New Beginnings

This is a short poem that I composed years ago, but was never too sure if I wanted to show it to the world. But, I feel now is the time to let go of the past. A new year, new beginnings and a new motivation!

I write for trust
I write for us
I write for faith
for the forbidden love
I write for you and for me
the love has gone, left to see
the muddy lands,
and the rusty gates are closed.

Is it me or do you feel the same
What you keep saying drives me insane
So if you feel like leaving
Moving farther away from it;
I won’t hold you back
Even if I’ll never be ready for your

I hope you guys like this little poem. It has all the feelings I wanted to share for a loved one, and I would also like to say that, I guess, I need to move on now, I understand that I cannot live in that time stamp anymore 🙂

See you next time

Srish. xx

A Shredded Heart, A Goodbye? Never.

BEFORE YOU READ: This is unlike my usual posts. This is about someone who is extremely special in my life. I have never had the guts to show him this, and I guess I never will. But hey, instead I share it with the entire world. And if this person does stumble upon this, I love you, even more than your shadow. 


Mostly disturbing but still so true. I told you I missed you and the fact that I loved you, over and over again. You still did not see. I may not have hoped for you to understand, but you told me you did. You gave me that hope. I guess I should be verbal like those others, you know the ones, but I am not.

I was hoping for something, yes it’s true. My heart was lead astray – towards the balcony of that cute boy living next door. You were sweet, and we were instantly friends. At five years old, I knew you held a special place in my heart, well, I did loose my first tooth on your birthday.

I could lie and tell you that I cried. Because, trust me, I really wanted to, but even the tears have died. My heart has been shredded into pieces so many times that it is impossible to mend. So now, instead of tears and emotions, I have a deep hollow space It’s a void which I hope someone would fill someday. But maybe, my heart has decided that it was meant only for one.

So, I knew you ARE my special. I also know that I won’t ever be your ‘special’. But I am sorry that I have to repeat it over and over again, I can’t mend this broken piece of work. I wish sometimes that my heart was a ‘fill in the blanks’ worksheet, and I would instantly know all the right answers. But no, it’s not.

You said that goodbye, and it seemed final.

But the sorry? That was just an added accessory. My heart doesn’t want to accessorize, it wants to stay natural.

I guess I miss you and I always will. I love you too. But I guess you already know that.


You said I was special

for you it seemed.

But she said you were special

for her.


But as you shattered my heart

it made me want to cry.

But even the last drop of tears

had already run dry.


So here’s to the seventeen years

I spent knowing you, loving you

and I probably won’t stop,

Just like the morning dew.


But I know she’s better than me

I get that the rest are ‘more’.

But I guess it was my heart 

that doesn’t want to be sure.


You were a part of me

even before I knew it

So if I am not yours,

I understand, I’ll find my way.


I have been lost before

a million starry times

but I will teach this beating beast

to shut down this time.


‘Cause I can’t handle more,

I guess I’m done.

My heart comes with a logo,

that says, ‘handle with care’

I think the logo has been washed away

and so has that lovely day.