Camouflage of life

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.

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...