Isn’t it amazing how we don’t know each other, yet we know each other? You know me by my name and I know you by yours. That’s it. I don’t know your religion or country and I don’t even care. All I care about is that you are a human, so am I. We share knowledge, we share feelings. We appreciate each other and spread good vibes. We’re like a big, happy family sharing, caring, motivating and loving each other.
And then when I see people slaughter others of their kind on the grounds of religion and race, I pity them. I pity them because they are missing out on everything in this world that’s beautiful. I pity them because they don’t know that the world isn’t as bad a place as we think it is. I pity them because the feeling called “love” is beyond their comprehension.
It can be chaos to the mind,
And poison to the heart,
Being with someone who isn’t yours,
Or being someone you’re not.
If I could save you, I would. But time and again I’ve realised that people cannot be saved or fixed or grown by others. You need to do that yourself. You have to let go of the past, you have to forgive them. Remember, the more of them you forgive, the better you live. Crush that burden in your heart. Let go of everything that weighs you down, everything that doesn’t let you fly. Every constraint, every regret. Every shouldn’ts and don’ts. Embrace yourself and unfurl your wings. Fly high, for the sky is the limit. Be the saviour you want me to be.
Hello, followers and friends. First of all I want to thank each one of you for your appreciation and support. I’m overwhelmed by the amazing response I’ve got on the blog in just a week. Thanks a lot. Second of all, I believe every person in this world has an untold story. There is something in the past that makes a person who he is today. Here’s my that “something” I’d like to share..
I was once a very sad person. I had a handful of friends, hated going out and avoided any human interaction whatsoever. It was as if I was locked up in a dingy cage, behind invisible iron bars. And being an introvert, I always had difficulties expressing myself. I never talked to anybody about this hurricane of emotions and how it was slowly destroying me, a little piece of me every day. I never complained. I was so accustomed to it that I accepted it to be my reality, that maybe this is the sort of a person I am.
But then there came a phase in my life where I couldn’t take it anymore. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t live. Everything around me was black and white, not a single person to be seen. I had pushed everyone away, far away.
It was just another sleepless night when I decided to write, write down anything and everything that was bothering me. After sitting idle, staring at the blank piece of paper in front of me for an hour, I began to write. I took me two long hours to finish it and and the feeling cannot be expressed in words.
That’s when I started writing to express myself. I must admit here that I’m no master of words, I write for the joy of it. I want my emotions to reach out to you, to your hearts, and if that happens my mission is accomplished.
Like I said, every person has a story. Tell me yours in the comments below.
Everytime I’m out in the balcony, I can’t help but notice a dog that lives in a house right in front of mine. He is always chained and by ‘always’ I mean 24×7. It’s ridiculous. I’ve never seen him free. He’s sad, I can see it in his eyes.
This post is an effort to create awareness among people on this issue. Give animals the love that they deserve.
“They are ruthless”, the man thought to himself. The four-legged creatures would feed him twice a day. There was always enough water in a bowl for him to quench his thirst. But the man hated them anyway. “These are cruel species, with a heart of stone. They love nothing and no one but themselves.” He got up and walked towards the mirror, as much as the chains around his ankles allowed him to. His reflection sent a chill down his spine. Gawking at the mirror with tears in his eyes,he wondered if there exists a universe parallel to his own.Wiping away those tiny droplets of water, in a voice as meek as a lamb, he said:
“I hope there exists a world,
Where they may be fierce,
But not free.
I hope there exists a world,
Where I am They,
And They are Me.”
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What if the things we see, the voices we hear, the people we love are nothing but a figment of our imagination? What if the people we think are crazy are in fact completely sane? May be they can see the reality of the world which we deny because it’s too unrealistic for us. We tend to deny the existence of anything that’s beyond our comprehension, don’t we? That explains why the mad thinks they’re not and to them we are mad instead. What if the crazy ones aren’t really the crazy ones, it’s us who are..
Life is convoluted
Like a puzzle
And every piece will find it’s rightful place
May be not immediately