“How could she make such a beautiful fault even without knowing about it. How could she get away with such a tremendous crime of stealing my heart. What are the mysteries she is hiding behind her smile. A smile that can keep petals intact to roses for eternity. A smile that can turn thorns into soft feathers; feathers that when dipped in ink can give the writer the inspiration to put his words on paper in such a way as if every word is a story in itself. Every word is alive. Her eyes have the power to tame the wildest heart. I want to tell her that I love her like the speed of my pulse when I think about her but the moment I actually see her my pulses starts functioning as that of a corpse. After all this I can say that she is a bad thief as she left the clues of theft all over my heart.”
I don’t know what’s best for me. Since ages I have been trying to see. See what the future holds for me. God it’s killing me. Slowly and steadily I try to forget and live a little so I don’t stop surving daily. But it’s the height of it. I am breaking down. Cannot see no more the world is blurry now………..I feel so powerless. Want somebody to take me out of this mess. I walk I talk and that’s my day’s end. I pray to God if there’s an angel that he can send to guide me to the world’s end.
There are not many people who care to ask this question from us when we get back home from school, workplace and the once who care we don’t care to answer them. My mother asks me this question everyday when I get back from school and all I say is good. There have been times when I gave her a deaf ear and she kept on asking and talking about how her day was. I didn’t bother. One day I came back and I was home alone as my mother had to go somewhere. I noticed an eerie and “deafening” silence all around me. The sunshine was coming in through the door and I was standing next to the table in my living room. I stood there for quite some time and I was blank. Nothing, I felt nothing. I came to know that day that she( my mother) is the only one who bothers to ask me everyday how my day. That day I realized that this one question that I never cared to answer is an answer in itself. It’s an answer to my loneliness , my happiness, my good days and the list goes on. Always answer this question when your mother asks you this because no one else can ask this with such purity and selflessness and purity is rare.
This is my life. I am gonna take it to an infinite height. Even if I don’t know what’s wrong and what’s right I am gonna fight to make it right….pull me down once pull me down twice third time I am gonna make you hide yourself in the cage of mice…… I am standing all alone with myself as my home. Have seen many storms sending them back to their home…… this is my life. This is gonna be bigger than the highest ocean tide. I am creating a world of my own to find. Find if I can be larger than life.
Why are we all in such a hurry for everything. I mean despacito baby. Seriously sometimes all we need to do is just slow down and think for a moment. It might look like that time doesn’t wait for us but it is us who think this . We create such situations for ourselves that we forget to buy ourselves some time. Especially in trusting someone or some old friends who we know cannot do something bad to us and quickly cut off the name from our bad people list but actually after sometime we find ourselves sitting with our jaws dropped knowing that yeah our so called best friend went behind our backs and actually did something bad to us. Seriously in this era when you know that you at least have like 2 or 3 people who care about you then that is enough. It is not like that time doesn’t value us it does. We all have heard “treat others as you would like to be treated”. It is same with time. Don’t push it away and it won’t push you away. Time isn’t in a hurry we are. Don’t let others tell you what to do. Take your time. Play by your rules and time will come around. Time itself will offer some part of it to you and then make the most of it.
Is it a riddle?what is it?: this is something that stays inside us for our entire life but we are not able to see it and no doctor or scientist ever has been able to develop a master machine to see it . Though it is said that our soul doesn’t recognize us once it leaves our body but if we are able to feel it or able to hear it’s voice just for once in our lifetime we come to know our real identity, who we really are or maybe some part of it which sometimes, somehow is enough because that “once” opens the door to forever. The process to find the purpose of life to find who we really are or where we stand in our own eyes and no ranks are involved there. You either know or don’t know. Though we should embrace all sides of our personality but the one thing that makes our personality complete is originality. Be who you are and not what others want you to be. Your soul is original. Listen to it, it speaks. Somehow it does and when it does you just know what is right for you because the only thing that’ll stay yourself forever is your soul and you never give up on something that never gives up on you. All you have to do is listen.