I sometimes wonder how people have the audacity to put Someone down.
In Whatever you do, there will be people telling you that you this is not the way it should be, to prove you inefficient.To make you a little less of you, I think people are not okay with you being content and minding your own chaos.
Some people will always find a way to put you in misery, but you carry on and keep minding your own stuff.
And don’t ever put yourself down, trust yourself.
I just want to run, run, and run away from the slightest sign of yours.Because being near you makes me feel incomplete, it makes me feel the need of you, and diverts me from the fact that how much I also enjoy rolling alone.You bring to life a thing I can’t describe, the thing which never will be the same.The pain which wrenches my heart that things are not same, times have changed.We breathe the same air, we walk the same ground, this was a source of comfort for me back then. But now, I just cannot absorb the idea.
The idea also that I m not whole.My plans include soltitude, running away from everyone, where can I fit you.
I may try, try hard but I can’t beat the time.There is no source of comfort.
A day in a life of winter vacations of my university, where you are just carelessly be able to read what you like, pick some flowers, click photographs, soak in the morning sun, with cool breeze caressing your cheeks.And also you were listening to ‘Photographs’ by Ed sheeran while brushing your teeth, so the lyrics keep whirling in your mind.
….”where eyes are never closing,hearts are never broken, Times forever frozen still……..And its okay baby if you hurt me, coz inside these pages only words bleed.”🎶🎶🎶🎶🎵🎵🎵🎵
And also, Why do you need bookmarks when you can keep flowers beneath the pages.
Don’t insist upon me staying, even when you don’t want.
I know you want me to soothe you when you are lost, I know you want the world to know that you have someone waiting upon you, I know we are always this close to be us. I know you would want me, when you are just tired of the world. I know you don’t want me to leave, but that doesn’t mean you want me to stay, there is a difference and I am coming in my senses to learn that.
I don’t want to you to come to me just to relieve you from the strangles of the world.I want to be a part of your world.
We can forget the prickles of the past.
Can we?
Or Just to inflict upon another fresh wound.
Maybe that way we can hide the past scars and scratches that lay upon most hidden corners of the heart.
Don’t render me void again.
You know I keep running in loops again again, and again.I can wait, I can stay, but say, just say when I can just be at rest and stop the exhaustion of my thoughts, where I get drown inch by inch in the circles of my imginations.
I feel I am on the point of breaking away, Give me something to chase, something to hold upon be it the eyes that smile, or the words that settle in my heart.
You know I can wait, but not the kind where I kept fading and fading, to be left to wither alone.
Baby, I will make it simplified, I don’t ask much just don’t render me void again.
This is the most picturesque tree of our university, it is at full bloom for a brief period of time.And in that period it’s a hottest spot for selfies and photography.
I find it exotic because it reminds me of Japanese sakura.
I just liked to stand under it and absorb the pinkest of the blossom.
I don’t know how much we stop ourselves from doing things.
Like don’t do that, stop that you will embarrass Yourself, they will laugh and so other don’t s and stuff.
It’s a new year we are already in February.What about learning, living, and laughing. All I want to say is that just permit Yourself a little to take a casual stroll, to feel the wind strokes in your body, to talk to random strangers, to be a Little more gentler on yourself.
Permit yourself to be happy, to move forward and not letting any shit behavior pull you down.
To not to hold grudges, but to let go, and Live and be happy.
You know there is a thing about brief period of Autumns. Autumns have a different kind of beauty in them, the one with dry air, the rustic smell of ground covered with honey brown leaves and their rustling sound under the feets.
But the most beautiful thing I find about autumns is -the inkling of spring.Yes, the feeling of spring when you imagine that cool stroke of air caressing your face, the wind running through your hairs while you are lost gazing at that yellow flower with bumblebee hovering over it.
For me autumns are the inklings of the spring.
Let me tell you the Hindi word for inkling- ‘Aabhas’
I was walking down the long straight road, the road bent, my path curved.
We were strangers, strangers yet we were like silhouettes for each other. Turn by turn our shadows soaked deeper in each other.
And the long straight road now is not straight enough, it’s an infinity loop and we run in circles.
Strange enough, trying to be strangers again.
Enatistic 