Sometimes it’s not a full stop, but, a pause. (Life isn’t that bad, afterall)..

Sometimes it is not a full stop, but a comma signalling a pause. But we often mistake that period of lapse as
Our biggest defeat and the reason of disappointment.

We often misunderstand that pause, that break, as an end to our story, and that is what makes us human- the one specie with the potential levels of misinterpretation & wrong judgement.

“If crying was a solution to get things done, i would be having everything, at my disposal.”

Listening to such words of wisdom, and that too from my sister, today,
Indeed left me real amazed.

And, I realized that, all my pearls of longingness went in vain. In fact, the one for whom they were shed, wasn’t even there to see them.

But this is also a fact, that waiting for a longer term, for something to happen; for someone to come, is way too better than having a tragic end.

No doubt that Waiting, has never been an easy task. Infact, the longer duration makes our already fragile being, more vulnerable.

But, that is the real test of patience. when you are even ready to give up on your everything just to make that one thing happen. When your desperation makes you go restless over and over, even knowing that you have everything else available, at your disposal.

Many a times in life, our inner fire goes out and we forget that there is so much for us to still cherish in this world.

Pressurised by the testing times, We forget to count our blessings. We fail to acknowledge that our life is still so much better than the rest of them fighting their own secret battles; that we are priveleged in ways, we perhaps, couldn’t even have imagined.

I am greatful for I at least got to witness an incredible emotion, in its most pure form. When ever i look around, I get reasons to be thankful to god that he did not let me experience a deadly heartbreak or the betrayal in love. Everytime I hear of someone’s loss, I realize that I am not the only one. When my friends and companions tell me the stories of how they were backstabbed and ditched, I feel content, deep within, that I did not fell for the wrong one..

We all have several reasons to remain content in lives. All it takes is just a few moments of introspection to attain enlightenment.

Pain and Suffering are an inevitable part of everyone’s life. So why worry and waste time?

MORAL OF THE STORY :

“Be at peace with what you already have, while pursuing what you badly want for yourself.”

Just because one thing did not go in the manner we wanted it to be, doesn’t mean that we should stop trying for things.

After all, we all have heard it “n” no. Of times, greater the delay, sweeter the fruit.. That is patience’s virtue.

Hold onto your firm faith and keep believing in your prayers, coz when your “will” is backed by prayers and determination, no sky remains high and no star, too diatant!

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For he, who…

For he, who has seen sorrows would know the true delight of happiness!

For he, who has been alone for a long, would know what it means to be in the company of some one!

For he, who has seen death from a negligible distance would know the pain of losing a loved one!

For he, who has seen tearing struggles, shall rejoice in the leisure of success!

For he, who has been waiting for years, for some change to happen, would know what is it like, to be patient!

For he, who has seen the heights of animosity, shall find the depths of peace!

For he, who has loved with all he had, knows the feeling of being deprived of that!

For he, who has been through the traumatic testing times, shall reach the pinnacle of contentment!

For he, who has given into unmatched levels of endurance shall dwell in the true essence of selflessness!

For he, who has loved and lost, is well versed with the concept of impermanence!

For he, who has understood the true meaning of life and has devoted himself to the highest form of purity, shall rise above the crutches of life and death!

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The relationship pyramid…

It's a "Fibonacci" style of poetry, wherein the word 
count remains stagnant for first time and then it
increases with subsequent lines, so as to ensure that 
the number of words in each line correspond to the 
number of row they are placed in, so as to give 
it an effect of a pyramid. Hope you all enjoy. 🙂

love

lust

awful lies

losing ones trust

tolerance begins to fade away

what’s left in the end is just a heartache.

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A soul in the unknown…

Here, when everyone else was busy with their own celebration strokes, there was this devastated Soul, trying to collect the crooked pieces of her shattered hopes..

When the whole city gets to sleep, that is when this lonely creature weeps..

Weeps until she makes heavens cry with her..

Weeps until the morning sun highlights her invisible bruises and scars..

Yes, this masquerade is her way of life now!

Probably coz she doesn’t want to show the world, what she feels deep within;

what all led to her turning this way out..

So far, far away in the unknown,

If she had the audacity to hope,

There might be someone who would know..

How to bring back her gleaming smiles and lost hopes!

May be, this part of her life was about Rediscovering oneself..

May be this was a wake up call for her,

to get better acquainted with the concept of “impermanence”..

But, She constantly found herself caught up between the struggles of the very process..

Where on one hand, She was trying to learn,

how to be content with what she had and live a life without regrets..

The other part of her spirit drenched with disappointments,

would escalate its magnetic field,

leaving her under the impression, that probably,

she just had no right to stay happy!

She barely had any friends, who could share her troubles and sorrows..

After some time, even the ceiling fan of her dainty room ceased to answer her, back.

What an irony associated with living alone!

You can undoubtedly get to know your true self; but in the end,

staring at the walls is the only job you have..

She loved spending time on her own, but,

getting outcasted from the whole world around her,

was something she could have never even dreamt of..

But this was happening, and she couldnt help it.. A part of, the god’s plan, for deciding her destiny..

She kept on thinking what went so wrong on her part?

Why was she left all alone, in the dark?

Why couldnt she be happy, like all those glowing faces around her?

Was her pessimism, withdrawing back her prospects of gelling up with people,

and disconnecting her from the entire throng?

May be, yes.

May be, her psychological unrest, was detrimental to that.

But, how could she rectify that?

Who was there to listen to her predicament? Her vanity never allowed her, to ask anyone for some level of pity..

And before her heavy head and swelled eyes made her doze off, subconsciously,

she could only pray to god, to bless her long lost friends and her only love,

with the power of listening beyond words..

So that, someday, they could understand that she never, intentionally grew distant..

In fact, she was fighting within herself, a battle against chronic pessimism responsible for her psychological imbalance.

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Her secret dream…

Have you ever come across one of those moments, 
when you witness that your dreams are so much better 
than your present day realities that you wish you wouldn’t 
have to wake up ever because of it? That you hope, if you 
could live your entire lifetime in just one moment!
That very moment, which, you know, you can barely have for real, 
That moment, which you still keep on longing for, to happen..  
That moment, which no one can ever take away from you,
That moment which is solely yours before you let it go..  
That moment which is priceless in its own inexplicable ways,
That moment, cherishing which, you can ease out all your pains..  

Today was one such day, when she actually wished that she could sleep forever..

When she prayed that the sweetest of dream she dreamt, never had to get over..

The bright afternoon of 29th of January it was, when she got glimpses of her lost love..

When they rediscovered their souls and were getting closer to each other, once more..

With no mourning over the past memories and no future related worries..

Simply rejoicing in each others company; Relishing it so carefree; As if, it were to last till eternity..

Waltzing on their toes till they covered the entire length and breadth of the hall..

So inseparable from each other, that, even the hell’s downpour couldn’t make it halt..

His caressing arms around her naughty belly, ornamented her beauty so extraordinarily.

The glowing charm on her innocent face , could dull the magnificent chandeliers that filled the place, and make them pale..

She couldn’t believe that he was mingling with her relatives so very well..

It was like they were known to each other for ages now,

as was apparent from their strange sense of connectedness..

He was a jovial man who had this miraculous ability to win everyone’s heart..

No wonder she falls for him, every time he secretly, in a state of admiration, stares at her..

She blushed, when she found out that, she had the privilege of being the only lucky girl who could make his knees go weak ..

He ordered, her favorite hot chocolate with hazelnut toppings and a veg. Cheese grilled sandwich, much before she could really open her mouth..

His courteous gesture left all their acquaintances astonished, in a state of awe..

It wasn’t a big deal for a guy to know about the likes and dislikes of his girl..

But the way he caught every nerve of her,

even before she could understand it herself, was rare, yet phenomenal ..

Deep in her senses, she thanked god for his greatest blessing,

For she was too proud to be with him..

After all, who doesn’t dream of a guy who understands the dustiest corners of your

mixed up Soul, and helps you battle down every odd coming your way through..

He tickled her feet, right under the table,

she couldn’t help but squeeze a suppressed scream as she caught him..

They shared a wholesome laughter..

And before, they both could get indulged into more cuddles..

Her roommate slammed the door open, shouting with her ever freaky pitch..

Alas! The sweetest dream just bursted into reality..

And before it could take another turn and reach to its romantic end,

the sudden bam of the door had just interrupted their steamy climax..

She woke up in a state of terror,

Her forehead; full of wrinkled lines,

But, her lips, reflecting a mischievous smile..

She managed to hide the ecstasy of her last night,

by scolding her roommate for distracting her,

and waking her up in the middle of the sweetest dream ever!

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Somewhere in the middle of those conversations…

This day, 4 years back, i was struck by a lightning meteor, the 
intensity of which, changed my life, completely and forever..
28th of January,2011 it was, when that crimson blush preceded by 
the first gaze of those twinkling eyes, had sparked off...!!
Dedicated to you, my love...

Somewhere in the middle of those conversations, I fell in love with you..

From being absolute strangers to the closest friends,

From those stupid gossips to keeping secrets,

Don’t know when exactly, I started liking you..

From those useless arguments to those pointless fights,

From those few common likes to a bunch of dislikes,

From those insane laughs to those serious cries,

I did share many beautiful moments with you..

Somewhere in the middle of those conversations, I fell in love with you..

Don’t know how the time had passed, for hours of conversation that used to last,

And today, its been ages since we really talked..

Yeah, somewhere in the middle of those conversations, I fell in love with you,

And, for the rest of my life too, I will cherish the beautiful bond I shared with you..

Though it’s a little self-centered, but in the end, it’s always about you..

No matter where I go, regardless of what I do,

I will never be the same without you..

Coz my love for you was pious; it was true,

Yes, somewhere in the middle of those conversations, I fell in love with you..!!!

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