Monsters, dark futures, didn't haunt her so much.
Shadows no longer lurked around at night.
She'd sleep in peace most of the times.
Sometimes she'd fight back the urge to peek back
See what's beyond the black blinds.
other times it was inevitable;
Stages of moving on.
She was messy, a bit careless.
Loving, yet ruthless
Innocent, yet scarred.
Her armour, stained and smashed.
The last one leaving her in pieces.
How easy it was falling apart,
How difficult, holding it all together
mending your own soul back.
She's was almost ready.
And even when she did peek through the cracks of the window,
the fact that it didn't open a can of worms a...
You love reading.
And it was beyond your understanding how a person couldn't find friends in the silent pages of a book.
You love pizza.
And again it was beyond your understanding how anyone could not like pizza.
When we come across people who are very different than us, we often question their existence. We call them weird.
And sometimes we fall in love with the same weirdos.
The simplicity of it all, accepting people for who they are,
suddenly strikes us.
And it's all beautiful, how love opens your mind to different possibilities....consciously or subconsciously.
There's so much on your mind.
There's a chaos outside in the world.
There's a much needed voice in you.
And your heart sings a song.
Don't let it go unheard.
Fade under all the noise; suppression.
Sing your song.
Dance and let the magic begin.
Else watch yourself turn against you.
Be the witness of your own murder.
Cause I'm dying of ignorance.
You can't destroy love.
But it has the potential to tear your soul apart into tiny pieces so that you don't recognize yourself at all.
It's called self descruction. Sometimes, you're aware, sometimes not. Either way, you don't care cause you lost the war with love, surrendered to let it's shiny silver sword get through you and you hate yourself cause it got to you.
It's the most dangerous thing in the world.
It's beautiful, bold and a well-dressed killer.
Just a four lettered word; love.
Come with me,
We'll dance away into the night
With a bottle of wine,
Drink away our sorrows
And our hands will always be intertwined.
Come with me,
We'll run through the woods
lay down under the moonlit sky,
watching stars fly by.
Come with me,
We'll let life watch us pass by,
Have adventures in the blink of an eye
And time will sigh.
You'll always be the first woman your son will ever meet;
his thinking of a woman is moulded by you.
You'll always be the first man your daughter sees and understands,
Don't let her think men are evil.
It's all in your hands. It's a huge responsibility.
Equality, feminism are all terms.
They do not need terms, they need examples.
They need you.
They need us.
In the name of love,
Happy Valentine's Day
Distance, no matter how much it is, is still distance. It's not about the number, it's about the feeling it brings.
Sometimes you don't need distance to realise what people mean to you or how you could give anything to be right beside them; you already know.
You will never know what is ahead or even right in front of you.
Because sometimes, the arms that feel like warm feathers engulfing your body to offer comfort are actually cold, rusty talons throttling you; trying to wreck your soul.
Because sometimes, shallow can be deep.
And sometimes the deeper you dive, you can see the emptiness inside a soul.
Because life is funny that way,
with its ironies and clever deceptions.
You can see right through it, yet somehow it manages to just pass by unnoticed.
Somehow, this world has its own weird ways.
When the whole world is busy doing their own shit and not giving a shit about how miserable they can make people feel sometimes, I got you.
And I got you, in all my troubles and happiness.
I got you, and that's all I need.
And you got me, and I hope that I am all you need. :)
Childhood, they say, is a much simpler & beautiful time.
But let's read between and beyond those lines.
The people behind them, our parents are more often than not forgotten. Without them, it wouldn't be the same. They did everything possible to make it wonderful and precious and that's why it is so.
So whatever your childhood memories are made of, beaches, animals, long drives, parties, chocolates, swimming, magic or anything at all, never forget what was behind them all. :)
Because, as you grow older you'll be more and they'll be less responsible for the memories you create.
If the world's a mad place,
where everything conspires to drive you crazy;
even your own thoughts.
Then words and art kept me sane.
And if, in a mad world only the mad are sane...
I was mad for art.
Eclipses are more like proposals,
By the sun to the earth.
The sunlight makes the moon a shining diamond.
And smiles upon the earth.
And there once in a while;
A real long and unpredictable while.
Even the sun, the brightest and biggest star
is grateful to its planets.
So you see, love indeed makes the world go round. :)
Atoms sure make you.
Love gives you life.
Born as clean slates.
With no idea as to what are we,
or what our capabilities are.
Tiny little 'potatoes'. ;)
But as we grow, we learn.
We discover abilities, develop.
We are like curious cats,
who can wreak havoc or be strangely quiet.
But who are we?
But are we what we can do?
You have a monster within you.
And sometimes, you do become that.
What do you want to be?
Cause it's never too late to do what you have to do.
And be what you want to be.
Only you can save your day and make your way.
“It is not our abilities that show what we truly are. It is our choices.”
- J.K. Rowling.
We try to preserve certain things.
It could be the first watch, diaries, notes, shirts.....
anything that we associate with something/someone or a memory.
Like a souvenir.
Sometimes they outshine their longevity,
and sometimes somehow we lose those self-made pieces of treasure.
But the memory remains, somewhere safe within the blankets of our minds.
It stays, with or without the tokens.
But everything's perishable.
And I guess, souls don't die.
Nor something as abstract or enigmatic as love.
Sometimes, there's too much inside you that needs to bleed out.
It can be in words, in pictures, in any form.
And when I say "bleed out" it doesn't mean pain.
It sets you free.
You can draw, paint, sing a song, invent, destroy, clean, rearrange, organise, fly, travel or maybe even just sit quietly.
Point is, there's art in everything.
Destruction is an art too; what's broken is art too.
Being human needs art.
Art sets you free.
And being free is all you need.
The way is your choice.
You know it's a dangerous world out there.
And you have seen a dangerous world inside you too.
But suddenly, you feel invincible.
Good, bad. Ying, yang. Positive, negative.
But it no longer matters.
It's a weird but definite sense of peace.
Like you're at home; not alone.
And there's nothing you can't face,
together, as one.
What is it called?
Is it love?
"Sometimes death is better than the agony of life"
But is death the right choice?
How bad is too bad to give up everything? Where to draw lines? Are there lines or we need keep treading this path with our own hollow and heavy self?
Life or death?
Where does love take me...what does it choose? Or is love the only answer there ever is?
So filled with expressions, emotions and passion. Red all over the place.
Sometimes confused whether it's hidden rage or love. But one question. Why February? why does love need a season?
The thing about people is that they know they break hearts...
And honestly, breaking hearts is not the problem. It will be broken eventually.
Could you look at the wreckage you've done and stay?
Do you have that kinda courage?
Anyone can walk away or run. Staying needs courage.
And most people are either afraid or don't care.
Balance is so important that it is very rarely found.
You don't need floods or droughts in your heart.
Natural disasters, you just know why they happen.
But you never see a flood or drought coming, do you?
You'll touch many lives.
Sometimes the soul, sometimes just skin and bones.
But if lucky enough, someone someday might make a beautiful impression on your heart and last as long as alive in your life...
Dear Old Soul
Such great letters that only a soul can write
I was warm and bright.
later, I met the cold and dark.
Only then did I realize what life is.
And I wanted all of it.
People say "I could die for you", which sure can be important and have many meanings. But I think the best you can do for love is let go of it while you're both alive and aware and then live with it all along; when you let go of yourself but never question the existence of love itself.
Cause all you can do for love is embrace all of it, it's beautiful peculiarities and mysteries, with open arms and set it free.
When your heart misses a beat,
but there's no pain, no sorrow.
Just a body with bones and skin,
with blood gushing through
and no ashes to be found.
That's how a soul falls apart.
We were born in cages.
As time passes by, the cage just becomes larger.
Or rather, we explore new levels of freedom.
Bit by bit.
You do it so well.
I wonder whether it's your old interest.
Pass by gently, and with your hypnotizing eyes,
And when they wake up from their reverie,
gasping for breath,
you're already gone.
Breaking hearts is sure an art.
A lot of situations in your life will remind you of certain other things.
The mind likes to connect dots; likes to wander. It can be a person, a thing, a moment, just anything.
But mostly there'll be one thing about the situation that'll be different than the last time. And that'll be the difference that matters the most, tiny or big.
But if there isn't a difference, then maybe how you deal with it this time should be the difference.
And whatever you do, just keep going on buddy.
I'm sure everyone, at some point of their life, has wondered why "good".
Or what's so "good".
I guess, the reason is hope.
Because maybe, just maybe, goodbyes mean "Till we meet again."
Ends and beginnings; hidden in each other.
Or maybe there is no such thing as an end or a beginning.
And if there is, then love defies everything.
"Growth for the sake of growth is the ideology of cancer cells."
"Divide and rule"
Just remember that no matter what the ideology of the foe is,
you are a one man army.
And you are enough.
Because sometimes the adverse conquerer resides within you,
In your thoughts.
And sometimes it's out there, in the open fields.
But as along as you're one, you are enough.
And when I say "one",
I don't mean that you can't be broken.
You can be dark, you can be in pieces,
you can be hollow, have crevices.
But whatever you are and have,
hold it together as one;
your body, mind, heart and soul.
And the enemy can't cut through you.