We live in a world where smiles run parallel to happiness. And didn’t we learn at school that parallel lines cant intersect each other? We did. And that’s the reality of life these days. We smile everyday. But do we really care how happy we are? Hardly, a few of us. The question is why? Are we in a false assurance of the next lives that we assume to have been waiting for us? No. It’s all in the abyss. We just have one life. And half of it we have lived, already. Or maybe just survived through. Drowning in the bewildering hustle of the heavy duty goals that we’ve set for ourselves, we somewhere forget to live. Have you ever thought of taking a sound leave from work just to invest your time doing nothing? No. Because we think that doing nothing is a waste of time. But my friend, time spent doing nothing is not the time wasted; provided that you like it.
Time’s winged chariot is hurrying near
Give your burdened and poor self some space. Breathe in fresh air. Air of positivity, love, hope, and all good. Recall what you have done so far and how far have you come. Listen to what your soul is saying. Take care of it. Pamper it. Because ripped sounds better with jeans than soul. Think good. Feel good. Medidate. Pray. Love. Don’t wish to have a long life, wish to have a big life. We are humans. We all have done something which we think we shouldn’t have. But that’s done and dusted. Keep memories rather than keeping regrets. Life is short. Make it worth the living.
I question why?
Frail, feeble, mellow and meek
All this long, I gave my all
For rants along the hide and seek.
I am different
I wear the scariest apparel
It makes me look and feel so good
I feel protected
I feel confident
I feel calm
It is to me like body is to soul
I may not be able to survive without it
Yes, I’m different
I wear the scariest apparel
I wear Masquerade.
A day will come
When I’ll be gone
Far from this havoc
To the beautiful nothing
To a wonderful something
A day will come.. Someday, it will.
Deep into the sea; of my sins ;
Pulling me swiftly yet gently towards its bed
The sins so close to my heart
The heart so close to my end
And I’m drowned.
A gentle cry
In a maddening place,
Look for my soul
Through the creeks on my face.
We all are scared of death. Aren’t we? But something strange happens when you get to see or hear of your near and dear ones passing away. It gives you a weird strength to face death. For sometime you feel as if death encounters you in anytime soon you’ll be tough and face it with no fear. We realise that the life hereafter is what actually matters. One has to go. Eternity exists in books but in reality we all are destined to leave. Sooner or later. The closer the dead was, the stronger you become. May be because we assume that if we die now we will not be alone in the other world. We have our people there already, probably waiting for us to come…
Lost amidst the bursting crowd,
Left behind the quest for shine;
Post the uphill battle I found,
Nothingness racing down my spine.
Behold! Spend not all that you are;
In one go,
Yes, Life isn’t long
But is definitely big.