Camouflage of life

When the world is defined in a way God did not create it, it becomes inhuman.

How can you tell what is right? What if the one thing which kept you moving was but just a hoax? The rise and the fall. A legend in the history. A great event that changed the world and made it a better place. Are those even real? The questions are an explosion of realization. What if you are the only one with a vision? And what if that vision is nothing but just a mind game? The belief that your own mind tricked you into? Now when the lies cannot hold ground, the walls are shattering down. The reality is as naked as the haunting death. You could only run but you cannot escape. There is only one relief and it lies in your own dreams. Even if its a lie. It's a lie that gives you hope. It's a dream that keeps you moving. Your ultimate goal might be far. But reaching it is the ultimate aim. You might be as well as dead, if the one dream of your life is not achieved. Even if the push breaks the very core of your existence. You need to stand tall or be eliminated.

The world has shown me many faces. Some of them were friendly, others not really. The most interesting faces were those who had masks on them. They were trying to show me the brighter side of their soul but when I had a closer look, I could see the rotting side which was hidden as it was hideous. I  don't mind when people hide their true self. The only reason they are doing so is, they are aware of who they are. I don't mind the hideous side too. They were created that way. I just hate spending my time on them, the time which was mine, the emotions whose value I will never get back. I hate the deep sinking feeling of the dark space in my heart which pulls me in the shadows every time I think of them I feel lost. Wherever I see, I can only see fake smiles. The only faces which turn to me are shallow and mean. They are people who would run over me if they have to for their own sake. The world full of people has suddenly turned into a strange place. I can see faces but I ...

Remember how it happened. Remember when it happened. Remember why it happened. You were too good to trust. You were too good to believe. Remember that the innocence matures one day. Remember that human emotions are nothing but a lost investment. The people you trust and love will outgrow you one day. And when that happens... Remember, it's going to hurt. So what do I do then? The question is haunting. Remember that there is no answer to it. You had loved because you believed. You had trusted because you were heard. The emotions grew because there was space. The hard truth is... You forgot to remember that it was you who let all that happen...

Know yourself and know nothing... The journey had begun when you were in sleep. People told you to  do something You had no idea and had no will... At the horizon, you see a sun setting... Why is the time running, when you have done nothing.. Soon the moment will pass and you will know nothing That you wanted to do and had your will... Soon you will lie on the bed of dreams... Don't die right now, your soul will scream... But nature knows no voices and grim... Just the fact, create and redeem...

The world is a big place for a single human being. Imagine a world with only you in it in all its vastness and grandeur. What would you do if it is your day 1 today, and exactly 100 years later you are supposed to leave it. You might not come up with many ideas. It's creepy when you have to live alone. Now remember all those people who are leading it or have led it in some way or the other. Only when you step in their shoes will you know that it's not an easy job. Yet somehow they are doing a pretty great job. I have known people living in their own fantasy world where they are changing anything and everything about themselves and their surrounding. But I have known fewer of them to have taken any actions to do so in real life. I have seen even fewer to have been successful in their endeavour. What is sad is people with great abilities taking a sideline and stepping back. When these guys do not take any action, those with lesser abilities but greater confidence take ov...

It is never perfect. Life is all about chances. Some get it, some don't. It doesn't mean that one is above other. As far as I have seen it, those who really deserve it, seldom get it. Still what you make of what you have is in your hands. But sometimes you also have to let things go. And by letting go I mean only letting go of what is not in your control. If something is still in your control, I cannot force enough, keep working for it. You have around 100 years on this Earth. And trust me, its a long time. Instead of getting bored with normal life, make it spicy with strange innovations. Anyway world is dying. In some years nobody will even exist around to recollect what was the world all about. Rules are good. And I don't think they are meant to be broken. They are meant to design and shape the dream you see with open eyes. How you use the rules is the main issue? Everything does not need to have meaning. Alot of times, its just a human's fragment of imagination....

The theory behind life is an uncomprehending one. We are all running and fighting to win the race. We even make sacrifices in the name of winning. We are all thinking about the only thing. "Success". Be it love, be it career, be it financial, be it social, name whatever you may...we are all just running for it. The only thing we don't realise is that, it is not what we are running for... It is what we are running from... When you sleep at night, do you hug all your money or fame??? I don't think so... What you do is, lie down on bed and close your eyes thinking about the good things that happened throughout the day. And believe me when I say this, that none of the memories are of the times when you had to force a laugh. It would be a moment of pure happiness... The only thread that would have genuinely made the day worth it. If you are unable to find it, then, there is no reason for you to continue to do what you have been doing so far. Life ...

Let my misty eyes dream. It's tired of reality.

Let the dream breath for life. Let the dream take a pause. It might be tired of running around In search of that fairyland. "Oh! I see it, its gone again" is the only thing now she knows Let the dream breath for life It might be tired of the snow. Never understanding own's existence She is chasing what she is told to chase "Was I to be a built up desire Or a need of the lonely hare." "I thought I was born to be A little girl's charming prince I thought I will be a sailor's way home That, the little child dreams" "I am but tired and sad I am nothing but an old soul's flare It extinguishes a little daily Still it dreams to live" This life is a web of desires We have named them dreams. By: Stuti Sharma

He opened his eyes to the world around. It had many things good and bad. He chose to see the good parts as the good parts were good to the eyes. He never saw what was unpleasant to his eyes cos' the mere sight will give him creeps. He turned his head to the pretty lies cos the ugly truth looked unkind to him. Chasing the pretty lies he lost his way and turning around the way back was not right. He thought he was destined to be with the beauty around only didn't know that he had no clue where the good lied. He reached a place that was a fairyland and all things in it were white. They all smiled and giggled and pointed at him. He thought that they see and they like. It took him a while to realised that it was not for him that they smiled. Their world was fair and he was a foreigner so they knew he was not their right. It was not for him but on him that they laughed and were not giggling but sniggering at his might. He felt small and rejected and wanted to go back to the place wh...

The world was ending as I saw it. The time had finally elapsed. Looking back I had so much to tell and so much to listen but it was all in the past now. Right now I want to hang on  to what I have got. The slipping sands of time which are loosing themselves in the whirlwind that has surrounded us all are promising only one thing..." Never to return". So I say run, hold it because IT IS precious. Do it cause like it or not...it WILL end. And when it ends, that which remains, will not include you. You will be long gone with unattended matters which would be rotting in their shelves awaiting their fate that will never see their future. After all...its just a matter of time.

When GOD was writing the book of your life, he was so engrossed in the twists and turns that he did not even know when the chapters came to an end. Like a writer looking for inspiration he searched all the valleys to find the right plot and characters. When he finally found it, he was amazed by his own creation. It was not making sense initially but as the story started to unfold, the plot became thicker and everything started to make sense. The writer has all the idea and power to turn the story the way they want. The characters, in this case you, has no clue about what follows next. Only looking back will we know what it all meant. Some of the greatest visionaries had no clue about what they would do in the future to change the world as they did. But here we are witnessing all of the greatest achievements taking place everyday. So the story is already written? So should we do anything about it or just go with what comes next? To tell you the truth, I have no idea! With an ev...

The era is changing. The times are changing. You can feel it in your bones. World is getting smaller everyday. Nothing is hidden anymore. Nothing is extraordinary anymore. The mere possibility of anything is not only acknowledged but accepted. The strange is the new cool today and the known is becoming is history. Slowly we are entering a new phase where hanging on to our roots is not only important but imperative. It will be a roller coaster ride and you might even get thrown away. After all collateral damage is only obvious. I am asking you to stop. Take a pause and think. Look around. You will find everything vacant. There is no vibration anymore. Its absent because you are getting consumed in it. You are becoming a part of it. And when it all stops, you might even loose it. The world is embracing the strange things because the answer lies in them. A hut in the lonely mountain, a man with magic tricks, a priest who can fly are only a start. Without even knowing it we are becoming...

The most useful tool for a human is it's brain. The level of intelligence that a brain acquires from early age till it fully matures decides the aptitude of a person. People happen to be from various spheres of life. They learn similar yet different things throughout their life because each and everyone of us perceives life in a different way. There is a reason why Vedas, Mahabharata, Ramayana and Bhagvata Gita were written. They provide with the most basic etiquettes required by a human in order keep the harmony and balance in this world. But as we move forward, we forget our roots. We don't live our lives but endure it. And as a result we spread on the same thing to others. Our disappointments, failures, jealousies, opinions and a constant need to satisfy the so called human ego.  Its natural that in this long journey of life we have and will meet alot of people. These people will not affect our life in any manner if we don't let them to. If observed closely we will...

The fire was born to free earth of its sins. The earth burnt for years to make herself worthy of life. When she finally became worthy it rained floods to give her peace and comfort. Wind gave her breath and thus the chain of an amazing creation started. In her long span of life she saw everything. Various creation of life, their end and birth of a new species all over again. Then came a species which thought it could dominate the earth and become her king. Like a virus it tried to take over her natural functions and thus started a fight for existence. A fight between nature and humanity. In its short span of life human killed so much of Earth that no amount of fire,water and wind was sufficient to free earth of its disease. In turn she became ill and now is bedridden. She is slowly awaiting its death that is now inevitable. With wrinkles of tiresome on her face, she has now given up hope. She now only vomits and shivers and whole of the living species can feel her tremors. No wonder w...

Let there be peace in my heart. Let there be comfort in my soul; I have been walking from long,  somehow I have not lost the hope; The path in front is foreign The trail behind is fading; The directions are all around me Only the directions I seek are hidden; The heart longs for a ray of hope A face between the shadows; My soul is scared to be lost in unknown Will my fate be like them all; Somehow I refuse to believe so Somehow I am still dreaming; Somehow I am still moving ahead Somehow I am still feeling; Could this be a foolish quest Or is it a path carved in stone; I am unaware of the ultimate But I am aware of the now; Keep walking my heart says The road was never meant to be straight; Only when you do everything  Will you do what is left; Right now the time is still to cover its journey Right now time needs you to remember; It will have a tour of the wonders Only let the wonders be there first; Its no...