So be it what I seek.

Published August 4, 2014 by reginaginaxoxo

You are definitely familiar with what I am going to write. Has it occurred to you the unfathomable soundless crash which you experienced for the first time, and you could hear yourself make that murmuring promise amidst the heart piercing sobs that you’re never going to experience the same thing again because you are going to guard the most precious yet so common attribute that makes us too sensitive for our own kind? Who knew our greatest strength could also be our greatest weakness? Feelings. Familiar much? You have that right? You are containing it inside of you when you are reading this. Don’t get me wrong I am not expressing my feelings here as it is assumed to be the labor of the desperate. I recall that one of my first poem which happened to be published in a local magazine was entitled ‘’feelings’’, God knows what a ten year old me knew then about the very subject that today I stand groundless. All I am saying is that I am guilty of having feelings.
I had sworn to myself after my first heart break that I would never be careless again. Years after struggling to be scornfully wiser, I found myself making the same promise. Which of course lead me to analyze the commonness and the vagueness of the same thing and as a genius that I am needless to say I failed. Somehow I just mustered myself to share my thought with you because I don’t want to feel alone in this indefinite cycle. People randomly come and go in the breeze of which we forget that we are not a by stander, we are as involved. Most of the times we do not make an effort to stay or to make them stay and when we selectively try to hold on to them our expectations fall short. It is not their fault and what those bitchy quotes have to say about wrong people leaving is not true either. It is not their fault nor is it ours. What do you expect in a world where fakeness is given priority? And to be bluntly honest with you, my dear reader I am as fake as the world is because I blend in. Anyway that is not my topic, I am rather awed by how spectacular each day is getting. Living everyday and experiencing as little a change how can it be suddenly so profound? Who are making those changes and why is it happening?
Trust me I am no scholar but these miracles that happen every day is beyond my comprehension. Everything changes, yet it repeats. We move on but we make the same mistake again. It’s the human hunger… for more. Nothing has, nothing will, nothing ever will satisfy our hunger. Feelings are as selfish, it demands to be expressed but when we do so it is not enough. Feelings expressed are only a quarter of what it is felt. Therefore, it is never enough. I knew what the outcome of having feelings would be and yet in pride I swelled and declared and eventually the truth prevailed. I would never be happy because I wanted more than what I already had and same with the other person.
In the end, despite of wanting more we reluctantly oblige with limited happiness and that we call it a compromise. It’s our fundamental law on which relationships thrive and that is how a lifelong relationship is maintained. But feelings, refuses to be tamed. We don’t govern it; it governs us that is the reason why we have humiliating cases of unrequited love and poems. Feelings don’t compromise and that is why I doubt if it was ever meant for humans.




Published July 7, 2014 by reginaginaxoxo

How I thought I had it all figured,
The story that only lives in the past
Should’ve manifested with a better outcome
And should’ve made fragments more than just a mere memory.
Did it make me all that I am?
Or am I still in the process of being something I am not, but should be?.
Those major arcanas show me hopeful
Those crystal balls go green,
I am excited yet so scared
Of what my life will be.
The rhymes of que sera sera
Whatever will be will be.
A larger portion of my life in learning and etiquette
Leaves me with a meager sum to live
To love more or to understand.?

The vehicle around town for a day
Adorned with flowers and reading signs of ‘’just married’’
And that is the problem with JUST
It is not going to stay forever.
You can have the’ JUST’ for a minute or for a day
But it will eventually fade away.
The momentary ‘JUST’ suspends the outcome
And in its wide but narrow arms we find solace.
A comfort of postponing with the word.

So I thought I had it all figured,
But older you grow
Less wise you become.
For in those tiny hands you had back then
Was JUST tiny but would mould the clay in your way.
With age we lose power and give in to those who could control us,
Not to those who should.
Not a clue where to go next,
Not wanting to settle for less
Searching all heaven and blue
For the tide to push me forward
….and also for the excuse.
You know me well when you read me,
When in JUST ten minutes I scribble with a pen
Just that life has got me saturated
Why you may ask?
Because my life is marked with infinite JUSTS
And as of now I JUST Graduated
And that is the problem with JUST,
the beginning of it always ends.

The Cloud

Published June 17, 2014 by reginaginaxoxo


The magnificent trivialities that poets have forgotten to ode
Must’ve been fated unto the cheap ink of an aspiring poetess.
In the round where we live,
Variety and difference merge into one, not to simplify
But to complicate.
The free wide breathing blue
From where, I believe, oblivion starts.
Distant for science but nearer to the eye
I blend into the enchantment but just as an observer.
The spacious blue engulfed by what afore seemed a specimen of art,
Ate up the joy of being invincible.
The same wicked white now layered in hierarchy.
Formed out of benevolence they say,
But only the scattered ones in the west seem abundant of heavenly bliss,
Where an innocent and desperate eye expects to see a castle.
Illusion chooses itself, mortals can only imagine.
Transcending from the stained golden I observe an advertised white
Pure, glowing and ruffled.
Swelled with consecration in its purest form,
Still stretching in the hope of being heavenly stained.
The grey treading after the white fades into a symbol of oblivion,
The color black where the man who pronounced the existence of silver lining,
Was literally true to himself, observing a dark cloud.

Ode to Instagram

Published February 7, 2014 by reginaginaxoxo


The day starts with the beep of an alarm

Snooze the alarm and switch to Instagram.

So what was the post you last checked?

Scroll down till you find the red hearted.

It has been six hours since

And too many photos to examine.

So Shelly bought a red shoe

‘’Lets heart it cause it’s new’’.

OMG! Amy got the latest iphone

It’s true because the box is shown.

Tia bought some exquisite Chanel

Perhaps that’s what the hastags tell.

So many posts to see….

Oh it’s time for my morning selfie.

Nvm, yet

Still in bed….

I’ll just post my morning coffee

And later my #ootd.


#quoteoftheday what a start!

It nearly, nearly, nearly touched my heart.

Today is THURSDAY….. you know what that means

You’re under attack

with Thursdays throwback.

Just counteract

And post your own throwback!

One follow request…

I am totally on top of Everest.

Two unfollows!

Damn you bitches! Karma knows to deal my sorrows!

Home is where the new posts come

I’ll again like some.

He’s somewhat a photographer and this post is his art

The trees look beautiful….here (double tap) just take my heart.

‘Likes’ now is the new game of luck

Especially if you aren’t holding your starbucks.

All that glitters are surely gold

Thank the edits the secret lies untold.

Caleb and his everyday celebrity crush

Manages to post despite all his rush

                                                A picture says a thousand words

What need of hashtags? That’s so absurd.

Instagram defy it all

The very reason why you are installed.

My profile is described as me

Cool or uncool ‘’followers’’ mark the decree.

We say we don’t want be judged but we do it everyday.

Unintentionally or intentionally we don’t want to fade into gray.

Trying hard to fit in is now our motto

Along with words like swag and Y.O.L.O!

Not our fault though

Even saints had follows.

Imagine if Jesus had Instagram!

No blasphemy intended but visualize the swarm!

It’s all what we live and do

Rely on other’s view too.

Insta’gram’! In pictures you weigh our lives

And on it, I guess, we thrive.

‘’Simple living high thinking’’- said the sage

(LOL) but everyone wants to make it to the popular page!

Think high and live high

If not… you’re assumed dry.

Tomorrow is another brand new day

Monday or Friday there’s post for all days.

Post anything and keep calm

Ready and steady be the ”infinite I am”

because now YOU are instagram!

13 Reasons why you are not studying

Published January 27, 2014 by reginaginaxoxo

13 Reasons why you are not studying

After my ‘assumed’ success of my first article you guys gave me a ‘Go-For-it’ sign and suggested I should attempt these non-poetic stuffs more often, so here I am bored again and its midnight so what’s next? Am I to tell you what’s next? Next is your freaking exam! Be it next week or next month or next next next month or next year or even next life…every single one of us who can read this is bound under its sorcery and we not only become the victims of the traditional sacrifice of common sense but also continue it as our legacy simply because it is inevitable. Whatever the cons maybe, education has played a pivotal role in shaping humanity and we are who we are today because of it. Just because I said ‘’whatever the cons maybe’’ doesn’t mean I don’t wish I was a reincarnation of a parrot at times. Sometimes it is honestly depressing to not be able to concentrate on books and all that I can recall is what I was thinking after opening the books for five minutes! So if you’re in the same boat with me read on ……….. This article will not help you but if you still prefer to read it instead of reading your book… you’re always welcome….. or maybe I am making it worse



                                                                 So you do chose to read it the reason why you are not studying…..hmmm

  1. First and foremost is the internet and its wickedies . Facebook and twitter for example, you would actually want to stalk your friend if he/ she is studying  and end up being updated on who’s freshly single and who’s currently dating Or in depressing case update your own status /tweet and ask who is studying and why aren’t you being able to- hello! Facebook isn’t the book you should be studying.


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2. You love to chat, you love to talk and being hyper active has always been your forte and you think it’s ridiculous to study because you cannot chat with it. So I made little sense but what I meant was you become this in front of your book


And your reaction is


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3. You love to diss teachers and the reason why you attend your post-school necessity aka tuitions is because you still don’t want to obey your second teachers


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4.You are constantly distracted by your own hands. If your hand is autotelic  and reaches out for a remote or a cellphone whenever you open a book sorry to say you have an ‘idle hands’ syndrome.


 5. You are playing ‘candy crush’  like a barbarian who just discovered fire.



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And so like me if this is one major problem out of the 99 other major problems then you need to get a life.seriously.



6. You have too many social and virtual friends. You need to check your whatsapp /wechat/line frequenly because you’re in over 20 groups and pending thousand covos to read!




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7. Your imaginations unfurl at the wrong time ….let’s just say you have the ‘’fifth sense’’ like ESPN or something and its so flyImage


  1. Your imagination starts twerking you know… Valentines day is coming! Enough said as to why you aren’t studying . (oh that rhymed) 


 9. One primary reason why you cannot study is because you are plain STUPID. Sorry for breaking it out to you but your iq just wont process what you are reading


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 10. You are that ‘’snoozy’’ person you wish you weren’t , a lazy bum and you have posted them

And you actually like it and think it’s rewarding



Well it’s not and a sense of guilt hits you. You ought to mend your ways but then again procrastination comes along as the flower girl of the bride i.e laziness.

11. You’ve tried too many times to give two pence care but you just don’t care addaallll!!

And there’s the problem …..


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 12. You have this ridiculous habit of instagramming all that you do and besides not sparing the horror of selfies and foods, you have to take an instshot with a ‘’study mode on’’ and insta it to see who likes your studious look. Guilty? Noway is that your vote on exam prep.


 13. Lastly the most common problem of all… you decide to study with your friend/s because we were taught to believe that discussions are rewarding. Well… you end up discussing?


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 So now you just wasted your five minutes and if you can identify yourself in any one of the above mentioned points you know what to do…… I mean you figure out what to do. If not, do comment below the points I’ve missed and let me know. Adios get back to your books cuz you still can be a champion being an all-nighter


”We start it slow but we beat you in the finals”.

 All the best. Try and break it. Be a Samurai XD


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Thanks for reading

XO Regina.

What’s so special about Darjeeling Girls???

Published January 23, 2014 by reginaginaxoxo

I am dying of boredom and despite of having tons of business to mind about esp. my upcoming exams I choose to start doing something that I have never attempted before. Actually I have but very few of you know that I am/ was a freelance writer and I love writing but I am hardly passionate about (anything). My honesty won’t be the best policy it seems. Getting to the point, today is one of those days where you hardly care about anything and you just want to twist and turn and sought your way out of the life that hardly seems moving. I’ve been irregularly sharing my personal poems and thanks to around 20 followers who read it. Well, today I decided to actually write something non-poetic. I KNOW I KNOW! I’ve been writing about Darjeeling like gazillion times and if it was legit for you, my readers ,to shoot me every time I mention ‘Darjeeling’  I’d be a living crocs by now or perhaps dead. But the place is such, my hometown is such that it has bewitched me and I am nothing less than fascinated, so here again I choose to write about Darjeeling….wait! Don’t quit reading! I am here to write about Darjeeling ‘Girls’ get your interest stimulated.

It is so easy to identify a girl from Darjeeling even if you’re in a crowded market place five or five hundred thousand miles away from hometown and you’ll have no clue she is Indian. Hold your breath I am in no mood to sing praises because only donkeys do that neither am I going to mock because only bitches do that, I’ll simply state the truth with a little bit of exaggeration because I can do thatJ.

  • Darjeeling girls complain about ‘’tan’’ but when a third pair of eyes see them they’re remarked to have a wonderful (mostly) fair skin.


  • They’ve heard it once, they’ve heard it twice. How the hell can cheeks look like apples?

When you hear that people are complimenting your natural blush…. I hope and not the round or heart shaped face structure. :p .


  • And there are those times when that natural blush turns into a catastrophic situation in an extremely hot climate….siliguri for example and every single pair of eyes simply ogling at you
  • Image

And you’re like what are they THINKING?

  • When travelling beyond the realms of familiarity people start addressing you as Chinese, Japanese and everything non- Indian but pro- Asian ( okay that came out wrong, but you get it right?). Tired of explaining and tired of hearing the traumatic response …. You just play along!


  • People suddenly get so curious about you! I mean about your hair. ‘’So what shampoo do you use?’’ “Your straightened hair is fabulous!’’ “How did you curl your hair like that?’’. Oh I use kalo saboon and everything in my hair is au naturale… even if it is not.. So what? The secret of the hills are not meant to be shared.


  • The ones who are above 5ft 3 inches are considered tall. Not just tall in D-town they are considered lucky and every tall girl has her air hostess or modeling dream achieved. Rest of us…..well sigh. I was reading Paradise Lost book one and I wondered if the dwarfs of the Himalayas was referred to us  :/ oh nvm didn’t mean to depress you. If you are above 5 ft you’re okay and if not… the secret why Darjeeling girls wear heels –revealed.


  •  You go on a first date :- climax is…..


  • Nevermind any of the above things mentioned. Don’t you think Darjeeling people in general  are ferociously talented? There is nothing called mediocre here. You can dance so captivatingly or even sing putting nightingale to shame (told you I would exaggerate)  and be a metal head rocking the Chowrasta festival or leisurely serenading on your guitar ? Often being the subject of envy of others. No offence but  I know you agree.


  • So I drifted a bit from my topic…. Where we we? Ahh yes. Why are Darjeeling girls special?  They say three W’s of Darjeeling aren’t to be trusted ‘’WEATHER,WINE and WOMEN’’  I guess a loser said that because the ‘weather’ of D- town though unpredictable is enigmatic and phenomenal because everything that is predictable is boring. ‘Wine’ well about that I do not fairly know much because we drink wine that is imported along with the rest of the world so I don’t know why Darjeeling’s wine in particular is not to be trusted? As long as it is not ‘Raksee’ they were referring to, my point seems valid enough. And ‘Women’… now what do I need to fathom or justify as I know a loser made that up? The letter ‘D’ itself define a woman of Darjeeling – Desirable yet Dignified.


  • Though referred to as a small town girl, do not mess with her, do not underestimate her and do not provoke her. Reasons?


  • Sometimes a misfit but definitely not a loner. Darjeeling girls are cheerful, pretty and nice though I cannot say that for some psychopaths , like every case here too lies an exception. Hey! I was just kidding. Daughters of the queen irrespective of all social evils that envelops our country are to be respected no matter how different or unlike we look. We are Indians nevertheless and have pledged the same National pledge calling ourselves as an ‘INDIAN’ . Darjeeling girls and people in general are special and feel special no matter what the circumstances are because we are one of the reason  why India is known as a ‘Diverse and multi-cultural’ nation.


And you make all the difference. 🙂

So it took me two complete hours to write this and I hope I made you smile and made you feel special. This is a locally based article(as if you couldn’t figure -_- ) so let me know if you liked it or hated it and give me your opinion if I should do these non-poetical  stuffs more often and I believe I missed a lot of points so do share your idea below. Thanks. Love you if you read this far Xo
I know the title is sexist…..but that is how i got you to read all of this 😀
– Regina Gurung

ON Having a Hair-Cut

Published December 24, 2013 by reginaginaxoxo


I couldn’t change my life

So I cut my hair….

Resulting to odd moments who’s the man and who’s the wife?

I still cut it all out and was credited with weird stares.

                                                   A girl should have her ‘‘ornamental’’ hair-LONG!

I had it and it was blonde.

They say gentlemen’s prefer it….

Oh right! So did King-Kong!

I wore blue contacts too

Blue eyed blonde guess who?

A girl and Darjeeling her location

A not so typical yet typical victim of westernization!

Yes monkeys fell not so hard to tell

A trashy blonde and a fake blue eyed

Cut her hair and the superficiality died.

The fake colored hair with split ends

Who’d want that except fake friends and boyfriends?

Blue Barbie lenses overshadowing my natural brown

Walking in heels all over the town.

Oh! That was so me

And now tis Miley.

Except she’s cut her hair,

Poor soul under speculation and glare!

People don’t know

How much a girl has to think to and fro

-her life changing decision

About her hairs division!

                                                                   Hair-cuts equals to the body-cuts.

Guts my dear girlies, guts.

If fairly done, won’t hurt

If badly done no cute guys near to flirt.

If like me you used a razor!

Bravo girl join the club of (not necessarily a fundraiser)

Don’t mean to imply on local politic

Sincerely not my topic.

My hair! Who’d thought I’d ever look like this?

My long long fake blonde I sometimes miss.

When I cut my hair…

A part of me did care.

But it’s over and it’s gone,

So what even if it is all wrong?

The best part is being you.

Living your life anew.

It takes courage to live ‘’Aloud’’

It takes more to love yourself and be proud.

Beware of the girl who cuts her hair

She’s killed her past and is becoming a new debonair.

Her story will unfurl as the girl who cut her hair.

Haters be like- bitch please! You shaved your head!

Yes I did. Can you do it instead?

People be like- why’d you do it?

I hate to answer a stone-age question

But here’s it-

I couldn’t change my life so I cut my hair.

More people be like- has it changed the mess?

Damn! Nerve-wreckers mind your own business!

–         Regina Gurung

(A satire written on todays

Superficiality based on my opinion.

There is no reference to anyone

in particular.

If you feel so then it is a

sheer co-incidence

so do not take

It personally. This is a poem

About me in a satirical way and

Is not intended to hurt anyone. I am not saying

I’m great or anything but please don’t make

Me a victim of plagiarism, I already have been.)



P: s- if you liked it enjoyed it or hated it leave a comment below and let me know 😉