Showing posts with label Life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Life. Show all posts

Tick-Tock

 Tick.. Tock.. Tick.. Tock

Every tick is a rebirth to me;
I don't hustle.
I can't rewind or forward;
As it's not me in past and future.

Don't attribute your success and failure with me.
I don't have any role in it.
Neither I stopped and applauded your success;
Nor pitied your failure.
STOP! Who are you by the way?
This is my rebirth!

My birth and death span is hundredths of a second!
I don't know what KARMA is.
I don't judge your life.
I don't decide your life.
I mind my own business!

It's just that;
If you can't hear me tick and see, move;
IT'S NOT ME WHO STOPPED.
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You decide what you need to do.

Past - A Choice

Distorted present she lives in.

Sorted past she believes she’s with.


Belief she had on one.

Feeling turned togetherness.

Societal opinions didn’t flatter her until;

The opinions of “that one” started pouring in without;

Emotions of Her and Perspective of Her.


Opinions she formed because of one.

Clearer it became with the run.

Sorted it seemed with none;

With the hope thrown in bin and;

Optimism flushed in sink.


The list she scrolls to get along with one now,

May reach the end to get along with none.

And, no wonder if;

She stood there in the past being in present.


Want to blame PAST?

If choices made can ruin the past;

Can’t the same choice make better present and future?

And, what if the choice made by YOU to YOURSELF;

Is another "the one" who ruined the past?




Get out there and live a little

 "Get out there and live a little" she wrote.

A little of happiness, is what she shed with her presence.

A little of life is what she let gave from her time.


A bird she is.

Loved her cage with a belief that the cage itself is the world.


"Freedom of choice" never crossed her little road.

"A wish to feel alive" was never in her wish list.

"Gush of love" never ran in her spine until;

She once just started to "Get out there (from cage)" and started to "live a little".


Beautiful cage she lived in. But;

Beautiful she felt outside of it.

There's nothing more ecstatic than the beautiful moments she spent that;

No future would dare to erase.

That beautiful she is and;

That beautiful she'll remain.


In the chaotic world that she resides;

The little road she chose to walk out of her cage;

Will question her identity, individuality and character.

But, in this little time of hers, why not;

 "Get out there and live a little"?






Loophole


(.... Let the music roll! ....)


Dreamers we are;
Dreamers we be!!

Friends we are;
Strangers we be!!

Matured we are;
Stubborn we be!!

Thinkers we are;
Fools we be!!

Near we are;
Distance we be!!

Inclusion we are;
Exclusion we be!!

Destined we are;
Parallel we be!!

Free we are;
Caged we be!!

Creators we are;
Exploiters we be!!

And..
Dreamers we are;
Dreamers we be!!




You know, everyone starts to live their dream; And in the process of living the dream, life itself becomes a dream to live. Friends, maturity, freedom, destiny.. we can go on counting; but are we living? Honestly, I never found someone who answered me this. Neither I could answer myself because I myself have been in the second line from above. The day we come out of the loop, maybe we can start living.

Exhausted Lungs

WILDFIRE.!!

World is on fire;

Trees are getting cut;

Lungs are getting exhausted;

Anyone asking what caste you belong?

Confusing who’s feeling hard to breathe!

Earth itself or Virus.

Never dreamt that;

A motionless body has to lie down hours;

To get its turn to burn;

And become a memory of ashes.

Anyone talking Kabristans or Shamshan now?

Who’s to blame?

Politicians? Public (Me & You)? God?

Or, is it a “System failure”?


It’s proven that;

“System committed a crime against HUMANITY”.

If you and me don’t stop where we are now;

There won’t be you and me to speak.







Page Turn Over

Turning the page doesn’t hurt;
But,
The frozen moment of the page.. in memory does..!!
The characters of the page does..!!
A mind wrapped around the character does..!!
The span of life the page has taken away does..!!
Being on the same page does..!!


Turning the page doesn’t hurt;
If you cherish the frozen moments of the page..!!
If you let the character roll..!!
If you let go thoughts from mind..!!
If you can understand the importance of time..!!
And,
Above all,
Letting yourself to turn the page and meet new character;
Who can freeze a moment of yours, creating memories..!!




Are you a true introvert?

"With introvert nature of ourselves, we might think that oneself is more than sufficient to sustain this whole life."

I might be wrong in most of the cases that I'm about to write or I might be true in some cases. But, this is my personal experience from where I realized that, "I'm not introvert".

Like every individual thinks or believes that they are introverts with the kind of life they deal or live with, it's most often been misunderstood about oneself; but believed what's written or said about introvert nature. Yes, we do love solidarity with thyself, live, think and act accordingly. But in all this, what we fail to understand is, "We build strong emotions unknowingly."

I want to emphasize more on emotion and feelings part. And how they can turn everything in such a way that everything seems "needy and greedy to the moment". Once it breaks the pure nature of any emotion or feeling, it gets dissolved just like salt in water. And it takes enough time to rebuild that trust or might not rebuild the trust at all.

I feel that, "No one can live with oneself all their life". We need love, we need physical touch and above all, we need someone out there to keep an eye on us. Yes, we do think or realize sometimes that we should be left alone. Also, we do need support to speak out and express what we are going through in our lives sometimes; and being introvert, we hesitate to speak out because we think that one cannot understand what our exact emotions are. But going through these emotions individually makes you realize that everyone needs a support in every individual's life. And the moment I realized this, I told myself that I'm not an introvert anymore.

Now ask yourself, "Why do we think one cannot understand introvert?". Might be because we lost the trust or one doesn't have that "someone" to whom they can share their emotions without being judgmental. Lost trust might have deeper roots which I consider and that might impact at greater level. Totally agree. But again, this body of ours needs human touch and human emotions, a true hope and faith with the future. Without these, we might become a man made machine with a life that can be torn into bits and pieces if unnecessary.

What makes me feel sad is that, when introverts (who think they are) or anyone lose true hope with bad relationship, they start to build a reflecting character on what they trusted before. Love, it's pure in its nature. It's not love that's impure. It's the mindset of people which is impure. How is it even a fair point to evaluate everyone and be judgmental with one or two mindsets? If that's what we believe in, with every moment of life, we start making decisions that takes us to a desert or void where either you can see all sand or nothing at all. And in either cases, we will be left alone. But that's not what we are. That's not the nature we are built with. Remember that we do feel pain and happiness and if we can stand on ourselves without any emotion, why at all care about pain and happiness? They should be thrown out too because these come with either people or things. And if it's dependent, remember that you're not a true introvert. Because you still depend.

Yes, it's a personal choice to live one's life the way they want. But we need to understand that some should be left as constants; which are true and pure with nature and some as variables; which can be evaluated or changed with experience. Mismatching with what is what can create enough mind puzzles and riddles where the path to gate goes missing. Eventually, we need to eat what we sow.

Just for once, ask yourself, "Are you a true introvert?"

Introvert Nature



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.





Unsettled Soul

She always hid behind those dreamy clouds unsettled!
Neither to shower nor to shine.

Confusion always crawled beneath her skin;
“Matter of fact” was always galaxy away of her reach.

Consciously subconscious she became!
The difference always attracted her than repelling.

The beat she loved couldn’t reach her!
It is the dark sky and trembling silence she could see and hear.

Clouds always been her “Augmented reality”!
And she chose to hide behind those dreamy clouds “Unsettled”!

And;
Why write about her?
Cause, I felt she is one among best antiquities of nature.


Money -- People

Remember this:
"Relations die before money"

Doesn't matter how much you love!
Doesn't matter how much you care!
Nothing matters before money;
Because
Without money, your love and care doesn't exist.

You do what shouldn't!
You speak what you shouldn't!
You be what you wouldn't!
And
You fear when you shouldn't!
Money my Love.... M.O.N.E.Y it is!

People say, "You're not capable"!
People say, "You're such a loser"!
People say, "You're poor"!
People say, "You're cheap"!
People say.. People say..
And,
In the end, they just fucking say that;
-
"You're hunger of money".

People my friend.. C.H.A.M.E.L.E.O.N they are..!!


Malar

I see her walking
With a smile
On her face
Slowing down the time
And,
Asking the heart
To beat in rhythm that matches her smile.

I'm afraid that
I fell for her.
Not knowing that
I fell every time
When I saw her.

I kept my hand on my heart
And,
It was smiling like
It never smiled before.
I think it skipped a beat
But wished to continue
Fearing,
That it won't fall for her next time.

Never knew that a smile
On a flower can blossom
And,
"O beauty!!", you are the flower
That blossom inside me
Coloring the petals of my heart
And
Make it smile
As you always do.


Enemy

I heard, "You are going to be judged".
Fear engulfed on my face
Just as the sun does on solar eclipse
By
Killing the light
And
Sparking a black desire from the burned out wood.


I asked, "Who's the judge?"
With a sculptured culprit mind,
With an intention to mold and map the face
Just as, the sun sets calling the moon on
With the light nobody can see
And
Watch the shadow.


I asked, "Where does my opponent live?"
With a masked evil mind to kill the voice that arose
Washing the hands with black blood
That will leave the scars until its dusted.


In the end,
I asked, "Who's my opponent?"
He replied, "He doesn't exist. He is just your inner truth."



Burnt Bones

There is no justice written
In this world.
It is what you make when
your bones are burnt and left
as a black stick.

When the fire has gone out,
Someone might have written
Something new
In the ashes
But
It takes a great sky to find
That one line written inside you.

It is difficult to
Feel special when you are lost.
And,
You might think that
You are leaving with
The light that fades quickly
But,
Believe that
You are learning to be no-one
 To be someone one day.

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You are arriving.