|If we have to live a life of lies, let it be a masquerade of Love.|
It's fine...(Not)! You keep yourself and other's saying this everytime. Isn't it? You put a mask on your emotions and pretend that everything is okay. But, inside you feel the heaviness in your heart. This makes you feel more vulnerable and it seems that you are drowning in the deep hollow darkness.
Why are we afraid? What is that which is killing you from inside? Why don't you put your true emotions?
It's because you can't accept yourself to be in trouble when you actually are. Instead of confronting yourself , you escape from the outer world and ultimately damage your inner world.
And, why does it happens so? The human instincts and behavioural pattern from ages doesn't allow you. Yo...
What shoul I give you?
Or this body full of scars?
What should I tell you?
Or about this obnoxious pain?
Waiting for you, because I know,
Only you will help me to grow.
And will make me alive,
to return from death to life.
Will you stay?
Or for a season?
Will you allow me to touch your soul?
Will you allow me to read your goal?
Will you allow me to be there?
Will you allow me to share?
Should I stay in your mind?
Or shall I stay behind?
Where were you?
When my hands demanded a companion,
When I hesitated to give my opinion.
When I was terribly weak,
When the area of my heart was bleak.
When for hours I cried,
And the world denied.
Now, you came.
Or I might be wrong.
Like everyone departed
And the pieces of my heart parted.
Will you do the same?
Or will you change the previous game?
Fill the gaps of my bleeding soul
Which longed for you since ages.
I can't take you in part...
You feel blessed and relaxed. Romantic music in the background. You feel the words..You are sitting in your room and thinking of the good times in the past and you also plan your future. At that moment you imagine yourself to be the best version of you. Perfect health and well settled. You have everything in your life. Name, fame, money and love or any other thing which you desire. You decide to wait for the good time to come.
Then, you open your eyes. Switch off your music player. The moment has gone. You have to again put yourself in the fire of pain, discomfort, anxiety and pressure. You start to work hard. You have no one to share your life and stuffs. You are totally alone. Your journey...
Khwabon me jiya hai tumhe ki tum ek deen hakeekat ban jaoge
Besabri se intezar kia hai kia hai ki tum mere ehsaas ko zinda kar laoge
Nam aankho se tapki boondon ne bhi tumhari raah dekhi hai ki tum unhe pochne aoge
Khyalon me jo baaten ki thi unhe tum dhaage me motiyon ki tarah jeevan me sajaoge
Ya phir tum bs soch reh kar mere andar hi mar jaoge.... Aisa Ho isse pehle ....Bs ab aa bhi jao na....
Have you ever felt that your existence is not complete in it's own natural form. You are away from things and people you wish to have in your life? You are with people still alone. You share things still feel the heaviness in your heart. People come in your life and go. Everyone is just becoming a small part of your life. You don't want to expect still you feel that at least you should get the love, affection and respect which you deserve. Sometimes you think that people feel the same as you do. Sometimes you get trapped in the uttered words of others. Sometimes you believe people and they deceive you. These small small events of sometime makes you feel vulnerable, lonely, and insecure ever...
You are calm and composed. Everything is fine. But yet the heart yearns for desires and wishes. You think about your past and future. You don't pay attention to thinks when they are occurring. You waited for this moment only but when it comes you don't feel the same which you felt in the past waiting for the moment. You plan your goals but when you achieve, you take another step. People discuss things of the past. The past memories make you feel more than the present. We are never at peace. Something is always happening within us and outside . The entire Universe is in motion. How can we stop then.The journey of life, the path to success, the memories, the stories which we share keeps us ali...
The brooding story of her life,
Blighted by misfortunes, she didn't recognise.
She owns no venom, cruelty or spite,
Still the sufferings survive.
Sleepless nights she spent lonely,
In the atmosphere not homely.
Dazed, confused and Distorted
With the dreams that were aborted.
MIND IS MY PAPER,
I WRITE WITH MY THOUGHT.
INNUMERABLE IN NUMBER,
DIFFICULT TO BE CAUGHT.
Aah! Too difficult to experience this. But, I am managing it for so long. Each moment, the heart wants to burst out and the soul wants to leave this body. It rises up to come out of the pain but never gets liberated same as the tears from the eyes. Both my soul and tears feels restless in this body. The mind commands the whole system to perform their functions. Tears wanting to flow vigorously and the lips pursed with unuttered words of suffering goes through obnoxious pain as of eyes have decided to love tears thus it doesn't let them flow. I smile and decieve people but can't hide this pain from the heart which feels and the body which is suffering. Despite of all this my self as a complete...
A small room or monument,
Rocks, stones and death absolument.
The world is my sepulcher,
And I am the dead one in this culture.
Struggling to organise my pieces and embrace life,
Like the Christ resurrected to create Paradise.
One more day without you...
Without you everything seems to be meaningless. My dreams and desires have no hope. In this season of rain I find no happiness. When you will come in my life I will ask you that where were you when I was feeling lonely?? Where were you when I felt rejected and ignored? Where were you when my heart was craving for true love? My hands were demanding a companion?? I need you my love and I also show the courage to put my feelings in front of everyone here....
Crowded with the crisis in mind, she was affected badly. She couldn't hold on to the present. She is going through a difficult phase of destiny. Her life is all good but her thinking and respond to the situations and circumstances are not going well. Sometimes she feels embarrassed and lack of confidence. She is concerned about her looks and appearance. Meeting people is difficult for her. But this girl has burning desires. One day, one day will be hers. There is a hope in her soul which keeps her alive . she will lead a life, a normal one.. She will recover from the mental illness. Yes, she will...
Love is not yours not mine..
It's the place where two hearts combine..
Sometimes it happens with everyone. So here I am sharing my thoughts after a long time, as writing relieves my inner discomfort and pain. I am not going through a good phase of life. It is sometimes difficult to handle the pressure. I am trying to discover myself and learning from the past experiences. It seems like everything is vacant and I am drowning in the deep thoughts. Words seems incapable to illustrate the vivid thoughts. Each and every minute I am struggling. I loose patience. I am not working hard but I know I need to. Sometimes I feel confused and diverted. What's wrong if I am sensitive? I feel caged in the shackles of this world. I think too much. May be this is just a phase and...
She restarts her life from the beginning , they were unknown to each other.
The wind blows and you turn your face.
Your smile adds to your grace.
You look so gorgeous like a twinkling star..
In this long drive we will go very far
Let's see the sun driving with us,
Past memories are flashing which we discuss
You and me in this road trip
Enjoying with nature so nothing we will skip.
You must be doing good in your life. I am okay but sometimes I miss you. I know you reside in my imagination not in real. Always you guide me through nature's symbols. People might call me an escapist but my love is very pious and deep. Someday I will meet you. Then I will ask you regarding your absence in my hard times and mood swings. You reside in the inner most part of my body and soul. And when we will meet there will no sorrow and misery. Universe will celebrate our union. Stars will twinkle for us. And with your abundance of love i would feel really blessed.
He lived in a busy life in the city. But he was never truly happy and he knew something was missing .
One night he walked up the hill overlooking his city. Thousands of lights couldn't brighten his mood. His intense pain always demanded the girl whom he loved.
It all started around three years ago. Ravi completed his graduation and was working in a private firm. His professional personal and spiritual life was going smoothly. Once he and his friend Chandan and Mukesh arrived from America. They planned a get together in Delhi at Chandan's place. They discussed about their life and future. Then came the topic of marriage.
Ravi's family was in search of bride. His profile was also created o...
To attain knowledge, add things every day. To attain wisdom, remove things every day!
- Lao Tsu
Uniqueness is a beautiful quality endowed by the almighty in each and every soul. God doesn't discriminate. It is us who created conflict. The need is to awaken ourselves. Spending time with ourselves in the lap of nature will enrich our hidden talents. Every person is created to do the act of rising themselves and ultimately the whole cosmos will rise and then the Earth will spark with love and peace.
Aren't you feeling the same? I sometimes feel vulnerable to meet you in real. I am obsessed with your dreams and imagination. We are made to live together for all ages and beyond infinity.
You know one thing, I can't be so stubborn to myself. I am a human so sometimes affected by the environment. I too need love in my life. My love is deep and pious. Again I am repeating, I am a human, so I have expectations too. I want to discuss ideas with you. I don't have any physical gratification, rather I want you to colour my life with beautiful thoughts. I want you to be by my side in the ladder of my success.
How can I be static in this unstable world ...?
It revolves round the Sun and is furled and swirled ...
- Jayati Priya
Peeping through the window I saw a fruit seller. He was busy in his work. A girl was there to buy fruits. Beside the girl a small kid was standing. He was very shabby and didn't have slippers even.
I looked into his eyes. Certainly he was deprived of all the facilities which we enjoy in our lives. These kids are the future of our country. We should help them. But who is going to care? Everyone is busy in their personal life.
I hope, wish and pray to god to light their lives with happiness and people should come out to give them opportunities..
Her heart beats..
She counts one two then three,
She wants to be be free..
Her eyes twinkle
Once, twice and thrice ,
She is a package of surprise.
Her hands move here and there
She loves the tiny fair.
Her thoughts say
No yes then No...
She loves the snow.
No connection between the line
Hence, I created a funny rhyme.
Something inside me stops me to read and write
I don't know God, when I will conquer this fight ..
Dance is something which completes me. I feel attached to the rhythm and beat of the songs. My heat, mind and soul feels the essence of music. I can't separate myself from this art. It unites my pieces and gives me abundance of joy and peace. Dance makes me feel good.
In the need of perfection she quits.
She will rise again
With better form
With better version
And a worthy explanation...
Am I wasting my time in mere emotions spelt in the form of tears?
Or I am afraid to reduce my stress and fears?
I don't know why is it so?
Every time I think of you, you appear then disappear.
Oh love I want to cry hard in your arms and feel your care ...