Sometimes you meet someone , like the last missing piece to your madness .
And you're complete , untill one day you realise you're still a masterpiece .
Even without the lost pieces.
"She was indestructible. Or so everyone thought. She felt misunderstood as she stood there. While everyone was cheering her, she felt small..."
She stood there smiling at the crowd , looking for one known face . Searching for that one face that could make the moment a lot more different and special for her . But to her disappointment , again he forgot to be there. He forgot how big a day it was for her, how she worked her whole life to be where she was standing today .
She waited the whole evening , throughout the event. He didn't show up. Just like the last time . And last to last times.
She went home , made dinner and waited. Called a few times and dropped a few messages . Non answer...
He said he'd be here , always .
She's waiting .
And yet again , she forgot
Every one of them said the same , once .
"He never really thought about this before. If she hadn't asked him, he never would've even considered it to be an option. As he was thinking about it, she stood there. Silently, awaiting his answer..."
"I am glad , we're here . I really am." He said .
"Are you sure ? We still have time .. we can give it a thought .. afterall this place holds a lot of memories , your childhood .. you grew up here , we met here .. the thought of making you leave the country disturbs me .. " she expressed .
"I am sure this place holds alot to make it difficult for us to move out . These memories will always be a part of us . But dreams are important too .. you've been working so hard for this .. I won't l...
Fight my little heart !
Hear the voices , they're still holding on
There's a reason you , not all could make it here.
It's alright , to be broken again
Strength is where you are ,
Pull yourself up , it's just a matter of time .
This too shall pass ..
My dear old soul ,
You possess a thing inside of you very old. May be a thousand years or more ?
You love old books , music . You love the depth and intimacy of conversations . And for you the intimacy is about waking up to someone at 3 AM and listen to their puzzled thoughts that don't let them sleep .
You love the rawness of a bond. You keep it not hidden from the world anymore , for they need more like you . The world is already forgetting the essence of love letters.
Please also know...
Not everyone can see the worth of your vintage heart and beautiful soul . Save it for the one like you !
How much does it takes,
To be polite
To utter a few kind words
Nothing , when compared to the comfort it yields.
I often hear people say .. oh she is strong enough to deal with this.
Or , she is really strong , that's why it was easier for her to go through all of it. If I were her , I wouldn't make it.
I wonder if they are right , Because what I believe is , no one is born a warrior. You have to face it to fight it .
You have to discover your own strengths , find it in the places inside of you , you haven't yet visited.
I am so blessed to have so many , who are always there when I need a shoulder to cry on . They make things easier for me .They say don't worry , everything will be fine.
For once .. I need someone who would say " Cry all you want , I am here with you now and later on we'll find you a way out."
What would be my happy place ?
Does it need to be a place full of trees and sky full of stars
Or , a place full of people and their laughs.
I guess not ,
A place , where I can be myself and still see the light through the darkest.
I call it my place , my happy place .
Why do temporary people always leave behind something that lasts till eternity?
Say it a lesson or a memory.
All it takes is a smile ,
To hide the fear of world crushing down beneath your feet,
To cover up what's in that dusty dark corner of your heart ,
To make them believe in their beliefs about who you are,
All it takes is a smile , to pile those thoughts under the pillow for tonight.
Some scars have a story and some of them are unwritten.
Some of them you can see but most of them are hidden.
I may not be sure of what life holds for me in my days ahead. I may not be sure of what I want to become. Not very sure of what kind of a person I am.My wishes and my dreams change too often.
But there is one thing that I never stopped wanting is to go to bed feeling gratified. Wake up and go for a job that I love. Have friends who stood by me all along and go on vacations with them. Come back home to a family I love. And to find a home for my soul not made of walls and ceiling.
#This is the dream I am working on.
Move to a new city .
Get yourself busy.
Rise above what's holding you down.
Stop being that over thinker.
All of these sound fancy until you get back home in the evening after a hectic day and find yourself back in the same bed surrounded by all that you tried to forget all day.
No matter how many crowds you are a part of , in the end it's you.And Just You.
One day when my friends find my diary and they tell you how much I loved you , I hope it puts a smile on your face.
Till then, I let my prayers do this for you my friend.
Your silence makes me anxious, yet gives me patience to unravel your every true desires.
You make me go weak on my knees yet you make me strong enough to fight my demons.
All of my darkness fade into aurora by the idea of being loved by you,
The fear of losing myself in loving you scares me but the hope to rediscover myself in you , makes me fearless.
What if one day , someone looks at you like you look at the new book by your favourite author.
He helps you open your soul like you turn the pages , always wanting to know more.
He gets lost in you like you forget everything else just to feel the depth of the words.
And then he thanks you for being the person you are , and wants to keep you as his most cherished possession.
Just like the book , that resides on your collection tagged under "the favourite one".
I am writing this to anyone who is having a hard time or for anyone who knows someone who isn't doing very fine .
The best we can do to help a person get over something that's killing them inside is to let them feel the pain . Let them fight this and let them conquer what so ever it is. May it be fear , rage or the feeling of worthlessness. Let them get through this for once and for all. Let them take their time to heal. If you really want to be a help to them , your presence is the best way. Knowing that no matter what someone is still going to be there after I win or lose gives the person strength to go on.
The worst thing you can do to them is to ask them to be happy when...
Just when you thought it can't get any worse
You free yourself from all the blames & curse
You take a chance to build the faith again
But to open your eyes and find yourself shattered in pain
Yet again it is just you and not another hand
Gather your pieces girl , way to go before it ends.
You have no idea what goes through my mind when I lie awake at 3 am simply staring back at the ceiling.
She isn't afraid to fall in love again.
She is just afraid to invest any of her time and emotions on someone , give every bit of her all over again and in the end be left with nothing.
She hides her dark circles under the make-up
He covers up his tears with a not-so-genuine smile .
She walks around carrying a kind and helpful heart.
He spreads a smile on every face he meets.
What will happen when these two souls cross each other's path??
When the sun goes down
Star lit up the sky above
With a heart full of love
I wish you were here.
When it starts to rain
I hear the drops fall off
my window and whisper to me
I wish you were here.
Those nights and days
And the dreams we shared
Keep me awake at night
Wishing you were here.
I want to feel the warmth
When the souls mend together
I hide under the covers
And I wish you were here.
I wonder in the morning
If any of these make sense
Are your nights same as mine
Can you hear your heart skip a beat
Like I do when I think of you
What if it's just me
What if for you
I'm already a bygone
Still I sit here all day,thinking about you.
And wishing you wer...
Why does it hurts to see people you love, get over you so easily.
You sit around waiting for them to take a look at you. How miserable you are without them , after all the efforts you made to show them that you care.
And of nowhere, they just choose to disappear.
Maybe because not everyone is capable enough to handle the volcano of love you carry under that dead sea of yours.
Dear Abhi ,
A very happy new Year to you too.
I wish you to have magical Mondays, terrific Tuesdays, warm Wednesdays, thrilling Thursdays, fun-filled Fridays, sweetest Saturdays and special Sundays this year. Experience a great new year.