MY WORLD

It was a heart's whisper, her silent wish. Only it took a dozen scars for one to realize its worth. It's strange what we have to go through just to realize what we truly  desire, uncloak our feelings hidden beneath the deceptions we weave in, the lies we feed ourselves. This simple realization of our self and our needs, not only pulls us out of this endless circles of drama and troubles we constantly indulge in but also bring us the peace that we deserve. And the simple truth is that everything we ever need is all at this moment, but we have long ignored what was right in front of us. Simply being open to these moments, we are overcome by feelings of gratitude and joy as all the beautiful experiences gifted in these moments, transient may it be, are priceless.  There arrived a time in her life when she reached there, in that place... life took her to that phase, after all the loses, countless disappointments and the long wait, a ray of happiness, a mirror worth figh

I n the end, all your left with are these moments, myriads of stars of various experiences, dangling in the dark, glimmering in the vastness, pushing the limits beyond the set boundaries fabricated through generations, fabricated by ourselves. Instilled in us are all these preconceptions and prejudices and slowly yet together we break from these restrictions, through our own little battles within, through these revolutions we bring inside ourselves, towards a better tomorrow, slowly but surely evolving.. separately yet together. All these different individuals, stories pulsating, coalescing into one. Each of these unaccounted, unseen struggles and sacrifices bubbling into these little gifts of freedom passed down through the ages- from the gallant, from the outcasts, from the rebels, silently building a stronger, wider foundation for us to stand on. Their eccentric visions paving a wider road for us to tread in, wider perspective to grasp on- one that accepts const

My heart sings many songs, not particularly for someone, My heart bleeds and grieves,  tries to find a solace,  Not necessarily so in someone. She does that for it is her nature~ She blossoms when she finds an expression, to pour her devotion, her infinite affection She's desirous and jealous, insecure and fearful, Vengeful when broken, But with every pain she grows Warm and fuzzy, filled with kindness and reverence, Don't ask her to change, for it will be futile, How can She? that is her innate nature~

"In a futile attempt to erase our past, we deprive the community of our healing gift. I f we conceal our wounds out of fear and shame , out inner darkness can neither be illuminated nor become a light for others."                                                                                                    -Brennan Manning

T hey say you can never sever a bond that is forged in hatred, in this life or the other it will catch up, in one form or the other, because it remains. She needed to rethink the choices she's made, all the wrong choices she's made, reevaluate the bonds she's created. Rethink all those moments where she was made to feel alone and hurt, conflicted and emotionally drained. Despite all those efforts she'd put in, no warmth, no support was offered in return at her darkest times, only was swamped with coldness and hatred. She asked yourself why her love went unaccounted, unacknowledged? For all those people whom she gave a part of herself, she remains unyielding, unforgiving. She thought, no she knew, she deserved more. With no one there to console, she felt compassion towards her heart that's been bleeding, to her tortured soul whose been screaming. So, she didn't stop the bitterness to flow, she didn't urge her mind to pause for a while, to understand t

" k humari sabd bada gehera hai,  khumari kaa arth hota hai na to behosi na hos,  kuch kuch hos kuch kuch behosi, dono ki milan jaha hora hai woh hai sadhya kaal, jaha din milte hai aur raat milti hai, na kehesakte ho din hai, na kehesakte ho raat hai, aisi hi ek Bhitar awastha hain, jab ek taraf dekho ge to sab mast hote dekho ge, dusri taraf dekho ge to sab sthir~ ek tarf meera ka naach, aur ek taraf buddha ka maun. yeh dono jaha milgaye hain iska nam khumari" Geet ko uthne do, aur sajh ko chidjaane do chuppi ko chune do lafjo ke naram taaro ko aur lafjo ko chuppi ki jazal gaane do... jara samhal ne do meera ki thirakti payal, jara Gautam ke saday pau behek jane do Geet ko uthne do, aur sajh ko chidjaane do" ~ - OSHO ......

""Sometimes love isn't fireworks, sometimes love just comes softly"                                                                                                   --Janette Oke          Back   in the days there I was, a young heart and a fire burning inside.  My love, fiery and full of passion. But then I met those eyes, there was an immediate recognition, an instant connection. The strangest thing, she had a familiar presence, like an early evening dream. Out of nowhere these feelings rushed in, and I knew it was different, she was the one. After 6 years of marriage, still I wonder what's going on in her head, what makes her heart flutter, as crazily as before I am still in love with her, she still is my muse. Not always so of course, but time and again. For, like the waves of ocean marriage has its hard times. ....