Camouflage of life

The wishes never end. Every time one is fulfilled, another comes forward. The desires of our hearts are the key that keeps us going forward and never allows us to settle. But there comes a day when you know that you want to stop. You stumble upon something so beautiful and precious that you know that nothing ever mattered the way it does at this very moment. That moment when the world stops and centres itself to this very second. All that matters is to hold onto it and never let go. It's not that you cannot live without it. It's just that you don't want to. I write today with a wish for all those who feel this strongly for something or someone they found in their lives. May we all find, keep and cherish what is but a once in a lifetime and hence a rare gift from God. Amen.

What makes us humans? Is it the ability to feel? Is it the ability to empathize? Or is it the ability to think? With the world rotting in its own rot, the spirits killed, tortured and drowned, the hell has risen above the grounds and in all its eruptive glory it is showing the truth of all things good. It's all dying. At the end it doesn't matter if you are rich or poor. It doesn't matter if you are gay or straight. Your religion, caste, ethnicity is all a result of the earth and air around you. And in the course of 100 years and less, every single step you take gets you to the only destination. The rush, the panic, the fight. What exactly are we chasing? Nothing will ever be enough. It's a human nature. Grow fonder today and throw it out tomorrow, that's the life of every toy a human ever plays and gets bored with. But the charade that we create to first get that toy and then to get rid of it is extraordinary. Slaves of emotions and c

We are all surrounded by ghosts. The ghosts of our expectation.The ghosts of our past.The ghosts of the future we think we could have. But the one that haunts us for all our life is the ghost that we can never be rid of. It is the ghost of our disappointments... It stands in every corner and walks with you every step. It stops you in your track when you want to take a leap of faith. It threatens to grow bigger when you put your hopes on something. But when you listen to one of your ghosts the other creeps up to haunt you. You think you can escape but there is no escaping. The heart can yearn but not escape cos even if you find an escape there are faces of those few which will come in front of you and make it difficult to run away and forget. I could never understand what is tough? To live as one's will or not to live up to someone else's expectation. Every time I close my eyes I see faces I have disappointed. Amidst it I see myself looking at me with question

The stars were shining everywhere...but somehow, the glitter in those eyes was mesmerizing.

Somehow the hands betray me. My mind is thinking thousand of thoughts but not one of them are being written down by my hands. Its a time to pause.

There is a house in the distant horizon. I want to run towards it. I can see people around it and hear them laughing. My heart is filled with emotions incomprehensible. My dad's smile is bright. He sees me and smiles broadly. I want to run to him.... I just stand there watching them. One day I will reach there. Right now... I just watch them.

You can't dance and I can't sing. It's like we were made for each other. A perfect love story...

It's really wie r d...the feelings that we get sometimes. We feel them. We think about them. And then...ironically...we can't do much about them. In its completeness the hollow created by it will leave us vacant. And we know it. But even by trying to be all wise and intelligent  we just melt with the smile on that face. But then...do I love by only touching? Or do I love by only saying? Can't I just love? In it's wholeness, its the feeling that counts. Nobody can create it. Nobody can destroy it. But we can only feel it. So let's smile with the smile and find the essence of true meaning of love. It's not about getting it. It's about feeling it and finding peace in it. In all it's ache a hint of comfort. wierd 

Today I confirm...chivalry comes with birth and cannot be taught. On my way to office, the shuttle is full of guys and not a single one of them offers to give their seat. I am the only girl in the shuttle. I know more than half of the guys in here. Some I have trained others are acquaintances and for some I have been a supervisor. Leaving the seat is not important but its one of few things that make our society a civilized one. Looks like we are moving towards an age of total loss of senses. Dear Gentlemen, you are indeed a dying breed. I can only witness a herd of young boys who have no clue what manners are.