Maya

I wonder how a woman feels;

When she lets someone touch her bare body!

The fault in the stars doesn’t matter before her trust I guess.

The faith she puts in that touch;

Oh God. Only “She” would know and feel it.

I wonder how a woman with a character feel;

When the fault in the stars appear.

And, the faith becomes a comet!

In a society,

Where screaming is not allowed;

And, the game of judgement always on cards;

I wouldn’t even dare to imagine how;

She lets herself take it all and move forward.

On whom would she scream when;

The hands she held weren’t there to wipe her tears?

What would she cover herself with;

When there isn’t a feeling to feel?

Whom would she complain about;

This unfairness of life?

Belief system would disappear and no wonder why;

She never lets her emotions erupt thereafter.

Independent she might;

But beneath, it’s not her body to be touched (again);

It should be a character that respects;

And kisses her whispering, “You’re beautiful”.

Right Question

It would be a lie if someone believes or said that the past can be forgotten. It'll never be is what everyone knows. But people tend to make peace by not asking the questions. And I believe they do so because the answers to the questions wouldn't exist or it would make them feel unimaginable to themselves.

But, when one day people tend to ask right questions to themselves (importantly) or others, we barely hear "NICE" in return. It would make feel better for that instance but again, it'll be the same as the questions which aren't answered but made peace. Because a decision made for something will always be against something else - no matter how hard one tries to settle it.

"If not now, when?" - Generation started to believe this. People who would like to experience (which is not wrong), always forgets the last word in the sentence - "When?". The time they tend to realize and see the consequences, first we hear "How?" and then "When?". In the process of living in present, we unknowingly build a future where we fear to question the right questions.

Some think that they have been chosen in what they've been (are) doing. And some other thinks that they've been cursed to be doing the doings. More or less, what matters in the end is, "We chose to do it." Aren't we? It "might" have been different, if one asked right questions. But, how many would go after questions after all.

When we fail to answer right questions, I think, we should believe that it's not we to decide (not judge) what should be happening. And it definitely says that we aren't the attorney. If you have come this long, you would have read the above paragraph or remember me saying that, "It would have been different if asked right questions." Now you see, I also said that, a decision made for something will always be against something else. And what I meant is, "We have to live with it."

I do sometimes believe that someone is always in charge of what we're doing. Everything seems to be working as it was already planned. The moment we move out of it, we believe that we made a move. But, did we or can we is what I ask myself. Truly, I don't have the gut to answer it. And sometimes I believe that "Karma" is something which is taking care of everything.

One day, there might be someone who comes to question the way I'm questioning. And sometimes, a question to a question will be the answer I guess. Thinking all this, I know that one day I'll read this blog again. Then, sit alone, wait for someone to start asking the questions to the questions from the day this has been written.

Shell Of Love

I worshiped my love towards you;

As I worshiped for this life to the almighty..!!

My thoughts towards you were;

Far from the judgement to pure and impure.

"DREAM YOU ARE"

Hard to remember beginning or ending.

Frozen and lost I be in your thoughts..!!

While, before and after continue to fight for order and priority.

I deny with “Forever”..!!

But seasons you have become.

(Florence with different fragrance)

All I feel, think and love maybe lies under the sky;

And I wonder, “Is sky for real?”

If yes, so does my love for you.