|A boy trying to be the kid he used to be,far away from reality~ caught up in dreams and fantasies|
" A man who never loves gives no hostage to fortune"
Rean, it's been too long since I wrote you something. I guess, when people stay for as long as 8 years together, you start losing some old, decent habits. I don't know whether it's us or the world but times and people change and we did over these years. People stop bringing the old flowers and eventually, complain about the monotonous old love which is okay since teenagers are moving into a brand new world in a span of few years.
We changed, too. There were long fights which I hated instead of lovemaking with our words or whatever. Our lives changed when we went to college and it's still constantly changing. There's work, new friends ...
"Bring me some roses and a cadbury,will you?" The lady said as she smiled,unsatisfied after getting that precious jewellery set.
"You are so childish.We are not kids anymore!" Her husband replied,irritated with his wife's tantrums as he went back to his work.
The pearls on the necklace shone brightly that night and the earrings reflected every other ordinary thing in that room. A sigh was heard as she got ready for bed. She needs to wake up early tomorrow for her child,birthdays seem so ordinary as years go by.
With his eyes fixed on his laptop's screen,he wondered when her wife will move on from their glory days and accept that life is not the same as they grew up.
But how come...
It was a late evening when I saw an old man sitting beside the bus window with his hands on his laps and head bowed down.Eyes closed,his sad and weary face suddenly cracks a faint smile between deep sighs as he looks through the window with the vague rays of sunlight on him.Layers of Nostalgia and reminder of good old days between regrets of unfinished poems?Maybe.It seemed he knows behind all his guilt and pride that there is no point in raging against the dying of light.
Maybe one day,the universe will stop expanding and we can go back in time.But even knowing ourselves and the small little moments and failures,will we have it in any other way?
"Live fast,die young"
When your lips touched mine for the first time,
it felt as if my life had a meaning
it took away my silent screams
and turned my chaotic reality into daydreams.
Now that you are gone
Realities seem like nightmares
Only the taste of familiar kisses and smell of your hair remains
in some of the hazy memories that refuse to fade away.
As days go by amongst chaos and dust
In the absence of your familiar warmth
The days grew shorter and the nights are long,
Time never heals all.
As usual ,the weekend brings the familiar feeling of vast emptyness that I so desperately try to hide throughout the week,trying to sew up the broken pieces with any object,work or music I find.The realisation sets in that reality is closing the curtains on the hugely flawed fantasies I used to live in and rejoice.It's better to get lost in an island rather than being lost in our lives.
Life is so unpredictable and shocking,at times.Although things may seem normal,it can go horrible in the blink of an eye leaving people shell shocked and causing ripples all around.Talk to people,be honest and move on with your work in this cruel party of ours - although sometimes it may seem impossible, because our time is short and limited.
Things life tells us everyday but we miss.
She came back from places she never thought she could-
from the back of her caves and pack of wolves,
with hidden scars and a will of fire,
leaving surprised faces with scary eyebrows.
She found her home in places that used to scare her the most-
like an untamed lion,choosing her glories in a circus of fools,
found her freedom in places that broke her the most,
but the scars remain,missed by the faces with scary eyebrows.
"Price of a wildling"
The strongest people suffer the most.
Crying made their heart stronger,
the ones with the heart of steel.
But the will to laugh through the struggles
And challenges life threw at them
are the things which made them truly strong-
gave them strength to be the best.
To the people who are struggling through life and are in a lot of pain,don't give up.Never be ashamed of shedding tears,it heals us quickly.Laugh at the challenges,struggles which makes life worth living.
It's so fucking amazing and surprising
how people get over their old folks
meets new ones and become friends
So quick,so fast.
Maybe that's life,moving on is the way
But I stay the fool I am.
Hanging on to the little moments
however few they may
Old friends,nostalgia,films and books
takes me back every time-
To a place where forever awaits,
A place my heart feels home
where we think of today,
Tomorrow is what we consider our forever,
where the music goes on till the next day.
Never stop caring
even when your legs are shaking
and your heart is trembling with fear,
for the false beliefs that made you half the man you are.
Never stop caring
even if the haunted past keeps coming back
and reminds of all the heartbreaks,
due to misplaced trust and intentions which tore you apart.
Never stop caring
because the world needs people who care
instead of boxes of ego and wars,
destroying everything we built with sweat,stones and lost stories.
Never stop caring
even if they break your soul everytime you come back
because our cruel world wants you to give up,
amidst our lost childish hopes and dust.
We found our long lost days back
with what we left behind
A few pennies and our heart
Hidden in that cardboard box.
We found our long lost days back
in the smell of your hair and skin
And those kisses that binds us forever
hidden in those cloudy memories.
As the nothing song goes on
Life may never be the same
But from under the sea we came back
To get our long lost days back.
I will find you back again
in these shitty words of mine
When we will get lost
in the impermanence of time.
One of the best things in winter season is that even on a boring afternoon,you can just sit around and look up to the sailing clouds and their hidden stories while soaking in the sun rays and healing yourself in it's afterglow.
No matter how old I get,the sight of a kid disturbing his father for a set of toys in a train filled with people and then,the naughty smile when he eventually gets it,is always fun to watch.
Maybe because it reminds me some of my own 'mission successful' stories.
And then the reality dawns on you as you start to grow up.When you are more matured,you see things clearly.The world is indeed a cruel place where childish ambitions and your silly ideals are squashed at every step and the people are hell bent to make us a product.
The more you grow up,the more you realise that money speaks more than it should.
That people closest to you have a strange way of forgetting about you in tough times.
That life is not fair as you chase moments of happiness.
That only way to move on is to accept the flaws and give in to change.
But amidst all the despair and helplessness,somewhere down the realise you are stronger than you thought.
"In the midst of winter...
No,Cristiano Ronaldo is not the best player in the world,not to me.
He is the man who came into the club's worst times and became the top scorer in a club like Real Madrid.
He is the man who is the main reason Real Madrid fought or tried to catch up with the best team of our generation.
He is the man who is a symbol of "Never give up" to everyone experiencing a tough phase.
He is the man who dared to fight with arguably greatest player of all time despite the hatred.
He is the man who made 90,000 odd people silent with his tap ins.
I still remember that headline in December,2015 when AS reported "THE END" and he is still here,changing the odds and proving his haters wrong even if he is ...
Not the fear of death,but the fear of falling down.
Not the fear of getting my heart broken but the fear of not finding the ones worth suffering for.
The fear of what would happen "5 seconds from now" stays through the haunted nights,keeping me awake for the next day,changing my path and writing new stories.
The little solace that remains is in what comes after it's death~ ending the fear of making the same silly mistakes again and again as we live through.However little that moment might be,it's precious enough to live for.
"Take your broken heart,make it into art.''
The memories of Sachin trying to pull a Glenn Mcgrath above short length delivery still haunted me till that day.I still remember that day,31-2 and similar feeling of tension and frustration crept in,maybe to the whole nation.I felt a similar tragedy but I was so glad that this man kept his head high amidst of controversies,defying luck and everything that went on his way to gift me and to the nation one of the most amazing pieces of memory that still remains.
Thank you MS Dhoni for being unnatural,for not going with the flow and for taking hard decisions in tough situations.
Thank you MS Dhoni for gifting an entire nation trophies and the great memories.
Thank you MS Dhoni for choosing th...
The moment I lost you was the moment I found myself.
In the darkest,dust filled corner of my room,the nightmares helped me rediscover myself.
Freedom had a weary smile as it came with a hefty price tag but with a hint of happiness.
The ghosts of the haunted past comes to visit me once in a while,reminding me that timely goodbyes are courageous.
"Losing all hope was freedom"
A very Happy New Year to you and your family.Don't worry about the things that holds you back and brings only agony.
All the bad things that made the year bitter for me,also makes the year memorable.
Maybe because I will remember the good moments and the good things that came out from a bad patch more,even though I had only few of them.
Maybe because things eventually end whether it was good or ugly,we are only left with the memories.
Maybe because the city with a lot of heart is just a city of million ghosts without the one person you love
Hopefully,better things wait around the corner and I will continue finding temporary solace in music,games and football.
Another lonely Christmas gone by as I sit with less than nothingness but only with memories.Silent screams saying 'Our best days are behind us' echoing my soul and making me sick as days pass by.Slowly,It's getting hazy and I am losing my memory slowly.As I chase what remains behind and hope,reality creeps in,reminding me forever is a myth.There is only 'right now' and then,a vast pit of emptiness between me and you.But your small,warm palms still keeps the broken pieces of my heart together.We both promised 'we are not gonna change' but sadly,life and situations with time make a mockery of our innocence in the year gone by.
But looking back over the years,you...
All those things that weren't supposed to happen,they happened.
All those things that we never thought off when we were young and played like hell giving zero fucks to time for fulfilling our fancy fantasies,those things took place.
All those things that we never thought would matter,did in the near future.
Be it destiny or our destination,this is one hell of an unpredictable journey~ it's our duty to move on from things that hold us back.
Wishing you all a Merry Christmas and a great year ahead!
My Dear Pen pals,
2016 is almost coming to end with the feeling of X-Mas and a New Year delightfully lingering in our hearts.How was 2016 for you?
Heartbreaks or full of hope?
Drowned in regrets or living at the peak?
Exciting or dull?
For People having a heartbreaking year,I hope you guys find your way back to hope.The worst year of my life was a valuable lesson.It taught me how not to deal with sadness and that life moves on ~ No matter how hard you try,you can't hold on to your past but let go off the the things that had pieces of you in it but is not yours forever.
Things will change again and I hope we all welcome 2017 with a smile in our faces as we look forward to a year wi...
How are you?It's been quite some time since we last talked.Well,maybe that's why I hate time.Things are changing so fast and we are yet to realise it.Most of us don't really appreciate time till the very end.Once I read people have different clocks in their lives and we move according to that clock and I believe it.Sometimes people moves past us and we fall back while sometimes we do.The world changes and it makes us change with the time because if we don't,we are falling back,isn't it?
I hope we do hold on to the things we love and never let go them no matter what like a kid hanging onto his favourite toys and gifts during Christmas,even if fate comes with a diff...
This is indeed a beautiful place to be in.The silence,sighs and the quiet sufferings which is better than all that chaos and noise that haunts me throughout the day and keeps me awake at night.
Silence fills the blanks between words and cures my void with meaning.
The sighs are yet to find a meaning in everything I do
And the quiet sufferings makes me stronger than ever.
The beauty in living through the pain and surviving at the end of the day is what life is.
Hopefully,You are filled with you joy and moving on with your shitty mistakes as you ride along like you always do.
I hope we can meet up in silence and let our laughter speak about our regrets,one day...
We live under a delusion for so long that we find it hard to accept the truth that was in front of us all along.
The truth that Life is work and a few little,precious moments of happiness and rest is temporary-People and things which we yearn for ignoring the moments which makes us truly happy in this chaos.
You will not escape the place you hate unless you confront your worst fears.You will live there for a lifetime and you will get used to the darkness and get more comfortable to the thorns
Beware of the monsters who will come back to haunt you.
But you will be okay because those scars will define your strength to fight those monsters.
You will be okay because not even a monster can break a thing twice.
One day,I hope you return to your old place,your home and recognise your old self and let the brutal mask go to show your deep scars,proudly, because I will recognise those wounds which I love so much.
Most of them wanted her..
Almost everyone wanted her to love them back
Yet no one cared enough to understand.the paradox that was in front of them.
Closed boxes sometimes needs a bit of patience and the eyes to open the lock.
Who needs sleep when you can wrestle with the madness night brings.
Madness is far too alluring for the man who loved crazy people and their gutsy stories
Of fantasies and dreams
Of lost hopes and glories
Of war and battle cries
Strangely,Madness gives him rest from the rest of the chaos in nights,which takes him to Neverland.
Sleep can never heal the tired souls who are running away
Sleep can never make them feel like home.