I wrote this when i was 16. Teenage was so beautiful. #throwback 


i had fight with my father
blah, blah, speaks my mother
oh!! caught up in a cage
its my perfect teenage

in my college
i wanna be the famous personality…..
yes! i hav those inborn qualities..
going for a date
making them wait
coming really late,
losing all my weight
having all those fights
trying to prove myself right
doing nothing but sleeping tight
talking on the phone da whole night
my world an unsolved maze..
oh!! caught up in a cage
its my perfect teenage…

making all those girls jealous,
with glitters & makeup we look marvelous
having all those style
making boyz go wild,
pouring out emotions,
pushing out limitation,
then crying like hell,
theres nothing well,
oh!! caught up in a cage
its my perfect teenage

updating status on facebook,
using all type of comestics to look good,
checkin out all the new videos on youtube
texting everyone, now & then
bunking lectures, when college began,
playing all those silly pranks
speaking truth, being frank
watchin movies, catchin gossipS,
painting dark black on my pink lips 🙂
on beyonce’s song shaking my hips….
oh!! caught up in a cage
its my perfect teenage

3 years

and it all took tons of courage,regert,
pain,anger,will power to talk to him after 3 years. & it felt so much better, all the hate,anger i had for him for breaking my heart for the first time just vanished and all i did was cry. I might cry the whole night tonight , to let all the pain go. Cause the first breakup is the worst breakup n i hated him for 3 years for doing so but for how long could i hate him ?? “we hate only the ones we love”. I know we both can never be together in any universe but all the memories hurt. People change, but memories dont. It was real love, the kind of love i would have done anything for him.Mad , dangerous,reckless love …. but it was the only time i felt love …real love for him. We cant be together, never ever … so im just gonna turnoff the lights , think more clearly about my life, n just cry the whole night. Because love hurts. Its not what you see in movies,fairytales with a happy ending. Real love hurts …. and if it doesnt hurts…. its not love..
– barkha bale


he never gathered courage,
to express his love for her…
his friends always encouraged,
him cause he wouldnt stop loving that girl…

she got tired of waiting,
she was a beauty queen,
there were many boys who kept hitting,
on her n den she finally started dating ….

He saw her laughing,cuddling,kissing,embracing,hugging,loving the other guy….
all tornup,broken,bruised,defeated he had to say her bye bye ….

7 years  passed ,
and he still thinks how he was so naive to let the girl go,
only because he was scaredO of expressing love, no ego ..
at lonely nights, he regrets,he cries…..
wakes up in the middle of night , asking himself why???
why didn’t she wait ?
was I too late ???
was this written in our fate??
she could have been my soul mate…
we would have gone on a 1000 dates,
but destiny closed the gates…
only because i didnt say “i love you” at the right time…
i guess it was my only crime …

so, my dear friends ,
take my advice ,
if you love your girl, dont think twice…
Tell her before its too late …
tell her before density closes its gate ,
tell her , say it to her , speak your whole heart out ,

                – BARKHA BALE

Hearts are often broken by the words left unspoken- (PART 1)

Hearts are often broken by the words left unspoken- (PART 1)

He never said how much he loved her cause he was bad at expressing,
damsel in distress,all she did was she kept waiting,
thinking one day he’ll gather courage and stop messing,

but all he did was grazed her and adored her from distance,
astounded by her beauty,his thoughts faced resistance,
“will she say yes? or No? does she even care abt me n my existence?”
                         -Barkha bale