Camouflage of life

Sometimes the hardest thing to do is to believe yourself. Even harder is make somebody else believe you. We try very hard to tell our true story in it's purest form. What we don't understand is... that it's never important if anyone believed us or not. What you go through in your loneliest times was never meant for anyone to know. When the time is running slow, it's making a decision to go a certain direction. Your story was written in a time when even destiny did not know which way to go. It is important to understand that we truly create our own destiny. The stumbles in our way is just a reminder of our human nature. For if we do not fall, how do we rise? If we do not aspire to rise, how do we know the journey? And if there was no journey? How will you ever write your story? You see, the beauty of the destination has always been it's journey. The people that accompany you along it are different shades of experiences coming to you in an endless journ

The struggle is real. It's real and it hurts. Every single bone in your body screams. The echo only heard by yourself. Makes you want to quit sometimes. The sad reality of enduring it alone. Alone as nobody else can feel what you feel. The comforting words of loved ones are not enough. The embarrassment after asking for help is scorching. The mind and body are at war. Still the heart dares to dream. There is courage in your heart and you know it, but it's the motivation that has left you. I hope for your heart to never fail you. If not for her you would cease to feel the tiniest joys that you feel now. The ache will one day go and the hour to sprint to the horizon will be upon you. So for that day, endure your pain today. For its not only your body that hurts. And you know that.

To  those who know love and feel it everyday... Congratulations! You have found the one thing that many around you are failing to know. To those who are not feeling it... Well, its not really your fault. You see, love is the purest energy that you can ever feel in your life. And, it's frequency is different for everyone. That's why you love someone more than anyone else in your life. More often than not, we are the "anyone else". And there is nothing wrong with that. You see, love is like the freedom you have never tasted. Once you know it, nothing will ever be enough. So keep looking for it. Maybe, its right at the corner... or may be it's never meant for you. But if today you find yourself surrounded by only yourself, and you are not okay with it... I insist that you start your journey. Go far and wide... Leave everything behind. Nobody is chasing you anyway. But remember, if you are alone and you don't like it... you need t

At the end, those who choose the shadows, do it so that their people can live normal lives. It is injustice that someone should sacrifice for others to have a happy life but just think for one moment, if you had to give up all so that those you love will smile, what will you do? The pain will remind you that you prevented the one you love from it. Now isn't that worth all of it. If you had to do it for a lifetime and over and over again, you would.

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