Gazing out of the window during the rains.
I don't know if its joyous to see these beautiful droplets merge as one or whether its saddening to see them losing their identity.
Wonder what made each drop different from the previous one, we'll probably never know.
Its all gone when they're done making that majestic crown right before they lose themselves.
Happily, Without any regrets, For eternity.
Stepping into the memory lane with that paper, written are the most precious thoughts of yours,Waiting to be diluted,
To be overwritten by someone's ink, who cannot see them.
As you carry it past that street with the strange men walking, you try your best to hide the paper with your winter layers. Hoping, you'll get past without being spotted.
They notice your blanks, your silences, and fill it with their preaching. The paper is no longer empty for them.
You've walked past them and you glance at the paper,realizing you lost yourself ,midway.
There's no use going back to find that perfectly flawed mind of yours, which wandered around trying to find its way.
Into the serene lands of mirrors, a reflection.,eager to meet its real self. As it bends down to touch itself for the first time.The water driplles blur out, making it seem more and more absurd. Petrified, running away from its real self,breaking down all the mirrors on the way, every possible way to reunite,As the dripples leave,the absurdity fades away with it.
You're so obsessed with finding someone to love...
Because you can't love yourself...
The flawed one, the fierce one, going with the flow, getting itself 'fixed', along the way.
There's a polished one too, ashore, lying motionless, yet partly absurd.
Looking at the sky, looking at the time that's gone,
and maybe, looking at the waters nearby, seeking another one, one like him.
Should he feel sorry for those, who set out to sail without knowing what they set off for?
Or should he feel sorry for those who set out to be smooth, flawless, like him,
Forgetting, once polished, they shall drown, and stay ashore, like him,forever?
looking at so many, to forget what their real purpose was,
the ones who lost their way home, or let themselves lost.
perhaps, the jou...
His room, his world and the roof ,the sky,
the tiny webs at the corners tainted with the dust craving his eyes, convincing him, he's a captive.
The foreigners and the intruders, on whom the doors of his world were shut, pitying, his sickly life,
totally unaware, that he had learned to be complete and content, by himself in his wonder world, which the outsiders had failed to gain in so long.
My Dusk's falling, your lamp is small, light it if you want, but know, you have to get past me you fool. Not even in the day, i let a the shimmers touch my feet, you think your lamp will pierce through the dark?
You're welcome in,, out you may go, but upon my will.
Giving up? take my name, need a hint? Not a soul.
Just know, when the lamp's gone,you've got to search for another light. Out you will not find, In you will have to, you must.
Because midst this pitch black dark, they think they lost their way, when they actually lost themselves.
Its 12:14 am and i look around me, there's darkness at the corners and a few dark fringes strike my study table, night lamp in the centre makes the pages of my diary visible. I realize, the darkness doesn't even matter as long as i can see and continue writing my diaries. The corners are dark, But they have no role to play today. Maybe tomorrow when the light become dim, well who knows??
It was too dark, for me to even see myself in the mirror, but then you seem to happen, my new sun, for i had forgotten what the real sun looked like, being in darkness for so long.
I open my eyes slowly, its painful, for a while, but i can now see.
i can now see where i am, who i am.
Just when i began to see, you decided to walk away.And although i know who i am, I'm left Blinded. My face turned towards the corner, fearing to see another light, begging to get used to the darkness.
Make me used to it.
The tree blushed, Only half of it though,
It got a crimson shine, the breeze was foe
The winds flushed, as it was so,
The branches were off, they'll never grow.
The pain of one,
Other half did endure
if stood for long, They knew
Both will fall for sure.
He saw her trying,
Trying and then fail
Every single attempt
Was merely into vain.
"Let me go! " and he gave a thrust,
for your safeguard, this deed is a must,
Please carry on, don't wait for me.
I won't let you fall now, do you not see?
Waking up. not from bed, but a plain sheet lying on the grassy ground, the sounds of birds are so noticeable, away from the city sounds. I step into the nearby lake, the water so cool, but the cold doesn't seem to hurt.
Its not that chilling, it feels good. Its getting warm as the time passes, probably taking out the heat in me.
I step deeper and deeper. i lower my head to go underwater, stay there for a few seconds, and open my eyes, I'm not out of breath yet, its unusual feeling, the sunshine gets more beautiful underwater, i see the path of it, i see it hit the ground. The air bubbles make it seem like transient pearls, which lose their beauty when they reach up, ab...
Only when you close your eyes, and give it a thought, You'd realize, that life is not a journey about discovering Places, people and things, Its about discovering yourself.
Every person, you walk by today, will make you the person you will be tomorrow.
Its a journey, wherein, the boat is yours, but the currents of the water are not.
Sometimes you need your own space, a little away from the crowd.
It helps you see better, and know better.
At times, you feel so empty.
Its not the blank or vacant kind of empty, Its just being filled yet not being happy and satisfied with what lies inside,
Finding hopeless reasons to carry on, and that one thing you couldn't get, brings down everything else to null.
A foodie like you, eats because he needs to, not because he wants to,
Sleep is either ruined or becomes your best companion, To take you away from reality, into a world of your own. but only for some time.
To go through that hole on that wall,you rubbed yourself along the path so much, You lost your own shape, you lost your own self.
At times you feel everything at once, and at times you feel noth...
We're all snowflakes, So different, yet unique in our own way.
Slowly, descending down to the white ground, Where many other snowflakes lay, Trying our best, to add to the white, to sustain what's already there.
And then, there's a child down, Jumping to catch the snowflakes, On a quest, to find the most beautiful one. But as soon as he opens his palm, Its already melted.
He jumps in joy, to catch another. The ground is still white.
You won't realize how beautiful the night sky is, Until the power grid in your area goes off.
Just for a few minutes, stare at those white bright dots in the sky,
imagine how far they have travelled to reach you, to enter your eyes.
The limits of this universe are fascinating. We do not know whether the star has died, yet we see its light, which pierced its way out, around millions of years ago.
I've always wondered whats going on inside the minds of people around me. It fascinates me, the barrier, which separates our thoughts from theirs. Have you ever just looked anyone in the eye and tried to read their mind?
Minds and thoughts are so isolated, unless expressed. We never know what they are thinking at the moment, and neither they do about our thoughts,We never know, how much impurity resides in the ore of those spoken words, we can only trust and assume.
It would have been so easy to understand each other, To know the troubles, their discomforts, their desires, what fascinates them, their hidden passions, their cutest wishes which they've kept inside themselves thinking its ...
The Worst part of not being social enough is-
Having friends, But not memories.
I like the The Days when the sun doesn't look like the sun,
Days when there's light, but only enough to light your way,
Days When you can look up to sun without hurting your eyes,
without having the need to close them.
Days when the slow cool breeze tingles your deepest senses
Days When you do not need to find a reason to be happy
People tend to put up a fake mask to hide their originality. However when they realize that this mask is only
transient, then cannot bring back their true self again and therefore live with the guilt of having to change
themselves for the sake of fame/public opinion.
The Wax Mask~
A mask Made of wax
was Kept in a Nefarious flask
I once put it on, it almost fit,
To keep the shape, i had to slit
A little part of me.
The mask had lusture, good it did look,
but inside it did bring pain,
words of good, i surely received
but then began questioning my gain.
I carried on for the words i got,
of appreciation, unwillingly though
The mask did hurt ...
So many meaningful letters go unseen.
So many feelings pass by un-felt
so many feeble cries through words go unheard
So many people go unnoticed.
You've just began living. Your eyes are lustrous with the greatest and most exciting dreams and aspirations one would want in life.
You have ,the world tour,
meeting new people,
trying different cuisines,
finding your perfect one, discover life,
discovering the purpose of your life,
Exploring what you are here for, Your dreams.
Before you can even wake up,You are loaded with Adult responsibilities and the expectations from your parents. They want you to have a decent paying desk job, have a family, go work, come back at night, have some time with family and repeat it all over the entire life.
And to dare to their expectations would be to dare them.
Would you l...
Its Not a compulsion for the tears to be the only pathway for the emotions of grief to be expressed.
One who doesn't shed tears, One who does not let it out, Probably fears that his tears might be considered as an act of attention-seeking.
I do not believe that only the crying ones are sad, The truth is that everyone is struggling, Some are just too hesitant to let it out.
They don't want your attention, They don't want your sympathy,
They just want to be loved, they just want to know you are there.
They can deal with the rest just by your mere presence.
Feel the people around you.