I am so tempted to write this to my workplace manager. But instead I'm writing it here. And all of it is based on true events.

In the wake of the new a bit romantic and a tad bit scary development of the gathering of the greyish rain clouds over the whole region of the city enveloping it like a blanket of either romance or sadness signalling the time in the life of the city's human and non-human residents wherein the sun is completely blocked or hidden on the other side from the living species and the thunder erupting from it like a war of swords being played in the mighty heaven and the audience cheering it as a whole with a keen interest in the final conclusion of the winning and losing ...

What's our meaning in life?
What gives meaning to a human life?
Can education, job, money give a meaningful life?
Why is life so dependent on the job you do, the money you earn, the qualification you get?
Why can't life be above this?
Why can't we do things because we love to do them and not because we are forced to do it due to parents or peer pressure or other reasons?
Why has life has to be so hard and tough in the recent world?
Why is life this way?

#Engage
#Last Day

What if today would be my last day in this life, on this planet, in this Universe... What would I do...

I can't change the world in one day. But, if I have the remaining time of the day till 12 night then truly it's a very short span of time.

Firstly, I would tell my parents about my boyfriend. I haven't told them yes because I am not ready to face their reaction yet. Would spend time with them, talk to them without any gadgets and TV around.

Secondly, will ask my friends if they could come to meet me. If they are busy then well will leave a note for them so they could remember me when I'm gone.

Thirdly, will clear off all the grudge I had for people by telling them w...

Life of people in Corporates. More specifically the employees in the organizations.

First of all they are treated as machines. Work, work, work. Do more work. This work too. Finish this before the deadlines. Finish it tonight even if it's Friday night. Finish it in 2 day even if those 2 days are Saturday and Sunday.

Secondly, you are unwell? Come to office, you have work pending. The deadline is so close and the work hasn't even finished yet.

You are depressed? You still have to work.

Someone died in your family? You still have e to work.

Work the whole night and complete it even though you won't get paid extra for it.

Headache? Pop a pill and work

Just work all the time.

I understan...

Yesterday, someone wrote this to me.

"Relationship starts because two people come together, two unique people. In time, they become one. But the mistake is that they lose their uniqueness which brought them together in the first place."

I can't get over the words, the meaning they have. They seems so true and something people so easily ignore. This is something we all need to remember...

We all meet people, today or tomorrow, we meet. But what if your meet turns into a rollercoaster ride which goes only higher and higher? What if it's like a rocket, going up at top speed?

It's natural to be scared at those times. To just sit and wonder - Where it will go? Will it end? Will it break you? When you became so fortunate? How it even started? Why is it so crazy?

Let me tell you this - no love story is the same and not all of them go ahead to marriage or long term commitment. We make choices for various reasons and it's okay.

We don't know the future but we can live the present, love our love and enjoy the moments. We may be together or we may be apart.

This time I'm a bit sca...

For once she wanted to act irresponsibly. For once she wanted to do things without caring about the results. For once she wanted to just spend a day with someone.

The one thing she never realised before was that it was all nature's play to bind them both in a beautiful relation, restore their hope in life and love and bring a smile on their face.

The strongest thing in the whole world is the heart which feels crushed by the pain of breakage by someone she really loved and cared for them from the bottom of her heart still, never losing the hope in the elixir called love. The one who won't stop believing in miracles and love even if one or two people she loved proved to them that love does not exist and is just a word for getting laid and/or to get expensive gifts and/or monetary benefits. The strongest heart is the one which can look in the eyes of her crush/love with confidence and strength well aware of the immense pain inside and speaks the feeling she felt for them and the pain it made her go through and the times she felt hopeles...

What is Love?

I have literally heard millions of definitions of love by people around me. Some say, it's when you kiss someone and that kiss blows your mind. Some say, it's when you care for someone more than yourself. Some say, it's what you feel around them. Some say, it's when you are ready to take a bullet for them. Some say, it's when you look into their eyes and you can't look away. And much more like even if 100 books are written on it, it still won't cover it all.

So here I'm asking you all, what is LOVE?

Full stop is not the end because even though it signifies the end of the sentence it allows space to start a new sentence, everything afresh. The same is with life, heartbreak is like a full stop, it may look like the end but believe me, it's just a start of something more beautiful, unless your pages are full. But hey, you can always buy another book and keep writing the story of your life. It's a choice, make the most out of it. Come out strong not weak.

The morning offered her a new hope, a day to accomplish what she wants, a day to tame, make the most out of it.

Her prayers goes to the almighty, for the strength of her actions and harsh decisions.

Lord,
Give me the strength to do my best today and not regret it tomorrow.

Lord,
Give me the strength to complete my tasks as efficiently as possible for the day.

Lord,
Give me the strength to be humble today.

Lord,
Bask me in kindness, love, compassion, empathy.

Lord,
Grant me the wisdom to choose wisely and make decisions benefiting me and others mentally, physically and materially.

Lord,
Give me the courage to have patience and be wise with words.

Lord,
Give me the strength to rip my demons apart, whatever they are so I could be a better human than I am now.

Lord,
Give me myself to hold on to in good and bad times.

Just a touch of his lips on her forehead dissolved all of her worries in front of her because in that moment she knew, no matter what comes he will always be by her side, he will be her strength

Dear Innocia,

I always wondered why people were attracted to letters. I guess we would have taken time a lot of effort to pen down something in a piece of paper, that was to travel miles in the hands of a stranger to probably deliver the news to someone who is waiting. The anticipation, the sheer unpredictability of the person reading the letter. A lot would have happened between  the time the letter was sent and the letter was received by the intended. The writer expressing his profound and deep sense of love would have been buried deep within sand or burned to Ashes by the letter of love and proposal made it to his beloved.
Then the wait for a reply growing within us as it took time for a ...

Love brought them to the shore,
it pulled them to each other.

Love kissed them in their dreams,
made the heart feel.

Love brought them back to life,
filled it all with rainbows.

The whole world weaved a world so strong for them that even after trying so hard to part ways they still found themselves in each other's arms.

She wasn't a perfect child, a good daughter as per the societal norms. She tired hard to be that for her parents, so much that she denied her things. But all her failures were noticed more then her accomplishments, boring into her skin everyday, every week, every month by the parents' till the frequency resides. It all made her feel worthless, hopeless and shattered her inside.

She looked outside her blood to find someone who would appreciate her, who would love her. Yes, her parents loved her, there was no doubt but their piercing words and the wounds from them were more deep than the healing their love could ever bring in her life. She never knew it at that time.

Her search finally ended...

>Writing Prompt
>Letter
>Missing Someone

Dear (I don't know what to call you),

Since before we met, I knew something was different. I never thought too much about it then but I think I should have thought about it, would have saved me. I know, if I write this letter to you, it won't mean anything to you, and I know, and I don't expect it to mean. I just want to say, for once, everything.

I was vulnerable to you in every meet. I don't know if you ever observed it. It wasn't a choice baby, it was a feeling of trusting you and feeling safe around you. I never choose you, my heart did.

Meeting you was the best times I had in my life. Seeing you smile felt so good, I can't explain. I started...

#Engage
#No Sun, No Moon

The imagination of No Sun and No Moon ain't something recent and it has been thought of by many great people over the time of our human history. It has fascinated people to think about many bizzare occurances and are the base of many fascinations, fantasies around the world. It's a thrilling topic to write about and I feel honoured to put my words down about it.

Starting from facts we can not deny that Sun is our source of power and life. I don't need to explain because we all know it. We cannot generate life without the Sun because we require it in multiples of way for our vegetation and for our vitamins.

So the Sun going down would mean the whole vegetation goin...

She was an early bird
He was a night man
Their life was like
The sky and the earth

When she is awake
He is deep asleep
During his period of consciousness
She is dreaming about him

One day he wondered
If they would ever meet
In the world of consciousness
Or curse of being nocturnal will always prevail?

People these days first decide whether it's to be love or Fwb or only cuddles over messages. And I don't still understand how messages can tell you how much you are compatible with that person, how you feel when you meet them, how you spend time with them, how you talk to them.

Yes a little spark or something is possible to be seen on a chat but then the real time spent together has its own charm. No one can deny it.

Why don't we just meet and let the future decide where to goes? Why don't we just meet and let the feelings take into shape? Why don't we just keep speaking, keep in touch and wait for another day? Why don't we just dream about meeting the person rather than fitting it all int...

The most beautiful moment are those lived, not those which are rushed.

As the stamp says 'lazy day', be lazy today. I don't mean not getting out of bed and not doing things. I just mean don't rush your things. Be lazy when it comes to rushing things, either it is rushing to work, rushing to complete a task.

Haste makes waste.

Have a good day.

We are so busy taking pictures these days that we fail to live the moment. All the time is spent with sounds of click. We make pictures, no doubt, but we fail to make memories. We click our food, our time of the meeting, our kisses, but how much do we enjoy them?

When we buy mobile we focus on camera or we buy a DSLR or Point-Shoot Camera. We upload our prints on Instagram, Facebook, Twitter, every small moment. Meeting a friend is backed by pictures. Eating out is backed by pictures. Cooking is backed by pictures. The breakup is backed by pictures. Suicide is backed by pictures. Visiting a lake is backed by pictures. Visiting an old age home is backed by pictures. Smoking is backed by pict...

Presence matters not pictures...

You told me I'm unstable, unpredictable. I conjured my whole faith in you, hoping you would stabilize me somehow. Hoping our combination would be stable.

But,

You changed me into an Uranium and now I can't stop the destruction

A part of me wants to die
Another wants to live

A part of me loves the darkness
Another craves for light

A part of me is hopeless
Another believes in hope

A part of me is addicted to sadness
Another wishes for happiness

A part of me is dead
Another lives

The day turned to night
Light engulfed by darkness
That's the road my life chose
Turning straight into a storm

There was a child
Now she is lost
All that is left
Is an apathetic girl

Someday the light will shine again
With flowers and roses
The rainbow will appear
In her world full of shades of grey

Hatred has no religion or cast or culture or color. Hatred is powerless because it needs all those things to fuel itself. It needs those things to kill people. And it's not the fault of the one person who starts it all but it's the fault of everyone who takes part in it willingly. At times they are moved by hatred but at times they lack the connection with their consciousness to filter what's right and what's wrong.

Anne Frank wasn't the only victim and she will never be. I read her book long back. It was worse living only on potatoes for months and not being able to flush the toilet or scream about anything, keeping the windows shit and still learning because her father wanted them to. It ...

I wonder...

If the only option to talk to me would be to meet me, how many people I talk to would actually drag their busy/lazy ass just to spend some time with me, to know what's going on in my life and just to meet me, someone they messaged a while back...

I wonder...

How many would forget me like they never knew me, no memories nothing, everything wiped out in one blow...

I wonder...

How many would just remember me but do not wish to see me or talk to me except with the help of the mobile device they so previously hold...

I wonder...