In this lifetime, there will be days when you'll not feel yourself for a while. When there will be no strength left to endure everything that you feel burdened upon your shoulders. There will be times when circumstances, people, misunderstandings, overthinking will drop you down crashing your head and leaving you depressed and scattered all around. You will feel that it is better to give up than to see your emotional self degrading, surrendering hopelessly to the heart ache and giving up. In that very moment, all you need to do is, to get up and change your mind chain your emotions, and never allow it to swallow you up whole again. Because you have only you to take care of yourself. So you see life, is all about the times we are tested beyond our endurance but you need to learn to have patience and never ever give up.
S W O L L E N E Y E S One morning you get up, glance at yourself on the mirror and find that your eyes are giving up on themselves. It feels like they're drowsy, aching, deprived of sleep.
B L E E D I N G H E A R T That afternoon,while in the courtyard, you take a deep breath and begin gasping because your heart, beating at a low pace now suddenly begins to bleed profusely.
O V E R T H I N K I N G M I N D Night falls, and on the crease of your bed, you twist and turn trying to sleep but your mind, is experiencing a cyclone that has completely lost control.
All this is enough to turn you numb. So tonight, before you go off to sleep, Switch off your system. Close your eyes. Shut your tender heart. And unplug the chords of your mind. Your life will become blissful the next morning.
Never console yourself by walking into your comfort zone every time you fail or when a certain goal couldn't be achieved. Always think out of the box and try to achieve in the next attempt what you have failed to achieve. Keep trying, no matter how many times you feel like giving up. Its worth it. Every bit of it. Live in the reality. But don't extinguish the fire burning inside you. Let it burn. Keep striving. Until you achieve it.
Every tear she sheds from her precious eyes is a pearl dropping down her bosom. Ever scar inflicted on her soul is not the sign of weakness but an instance of strength for she bears it and still flaunts her scars flawlessly. She has set an example of undaunted courage. To all the women, who go through any such circumstance that breaks your heart and soul to minute shreds. Pick up yourself and fight the pain. Because no energy could break you down into pieces. Every drop of tear you shed from your eyes, must liberate your pain like a dragonfly, and never pull you down.
There will be times when you'll feel crumbled at heart. Those are the moments you'll realize that your efforts, love, care and the time you invest into people is granting you nothing but a heap of pain and disappointments in return. It is true that the excruciating pain will be unbearable but there is always a way out to every problem. Shift the focus and start focussing on yourself more. Nurture the heart that has kept soaking the pain away all this time. Because if your presence never made them realize, your absence never will.
A billow of jibber-jabber was hovering in the air and the fancy fairy lights were twinkling all over the banquet. It was one of those many evenings when we humans were celebrating the obvious. Bruno mars was monopolizing the piped music and they were all twirling to his tune. But far from all the glimmer and the hubbub, there she sat next to the candelabrum, trying her best to cache that book of hers and sustaining that feigned smirk. It was the first time I saw her.
When our world was lighting candles, cutting cakes, there she sat afar, smiling. She was different, in lots of different ways. In a room that was full of motels and the lounges that had an ornate fragrance in the air and those king sized beds, she felt like home to me, a place where one could sleep tranquilly at the end of the day.
Like one of those chords that hit you in the core, she was silence draped in a metaphor. She was like one of those melodies that you listen to before falling asleep.
I was always a clumsy kid, never far from chaos. And I grew up no different, I never was lucid or anchored. I kept on running all my life. Running away from places and its people, their light, their promises. But that evening, I felt like all my life I have been running to embrace her. What was strange is how she felt like home to a nomad, who wasn't even looking for a shelter. That evening, I knew I was smitten by love. I fell in love with the silence that prevailed in a room full of tumult. She was that silence in the shindig.
Confined, within self forged walls I lie barren, next to the casket sprayed with gore drenched lilies, holding back for my ménage to finish thine rosaries.
The walls, they be besieging while the roof be plummeting, fast enough to swallow me, while I lie flat, and arms open to embrace my long lost love, my demise.
With every dawn, I flirt with the edge of the roof reckoning, if a fall would vow for my killing. With the rise of dusk, I pull out the knife concealed under my pillow, caressing the edges gauging the number of slits enough to free my wrist.
Tonnes, Tonnes of ways to die. Yet that one voice from within that desists me, wrests me from my collar and murmurs in my ear "Don't die fella, is she worth it? don't give her the pleasure." Heaps, Heaps of reasons to kill myself, yet I take a deep breath Light on my reefer and tell myself "Yes, I am suicidal but probably I won't die, not today"
Even the strongest amongst us have had their share of cold nights, the ones with prettiest smiles have cried behind closed doors. A shoutout to everyone who struggles to figure out reasons to wake up next morning. You are strong.. and no reason is worth committing that thing you have in your mind. It all gets better sooner or later, breathing gets easier, smiling takes up less effort. Just hold on, you are strong, strong enough to fight whatever is trying to kill you
Yesterday I gazed at my wrist little more than usual wondering where exactly do I slash to feel less pain. Will I be able to chop my skin in the corner of my darkroom? When my mom will be chopping vegetables in the kitchen. Last year my mom painted my room pink to make it more alluring but what's the use of pink when my heart is cold and blue. Those shades of colours, hues aren't visible to me. I'm colour blinded who sees everything black. When rainbow appears in the sky, the atmosphere seems bright but my world reverses which is keen to provoke my verdict. When small stuff starts to bother, you must be walking towards the path of darkness. There's a thing about depression. The more you try to push away the tighter it grips. My mom bought me a cup of a coffee this morning a little earlier than usual, even tho. I was already awake her presence didn't excite me the way it used to do. She glanced at me once, twice, thrice her gloomy eyes boosted my despair even more. Mom, space between us was already so wide. I couldn't even sip or heave the coffee. Those words died inside me like our relation. We haven't talked since months just a mere stare morning. Mom, I wanna scream my lungs out. I haven't touched her since long. I miss her smell, the fragrance I once loved. Those endless hugs used to warm more than the heater. The tears I shed on her lap. Are all those things forbidden now? Mom, please hold me, soothe my irregular heartbeat just for once. Will you listen to my last wish? My breaths suffocate me more than opaque life I live. But here's a thing, Aren't I? dead already. My soul which was supposed to make me at ease betrayed me long ago. My pierced heart carry the arrow of somnolence and grief. I'm just waiting for my eyes to rest, my soul to get freed and my corpse to greet graveyard.
I'm having war with the world when my opponent is dwelling inside me.
Not long ago , but untill recently , we were the same society , wherein a rape case , though in lesser number of episodes, anywhere in the country , was most troubling and annoying thing for most part of the society , brooding anger and raising questions about a woman's social security
But times have changed and so are we ...
Now , there are more rape cases happening , and even more brutal they're appearing , and what we as a society , are upto ? What's the scenario be like nowadays , after every such haenous crime ?
Most of the media ( barring a few honorable exclusions ) thinks of it as something hot , to chew and to serve , trying to put forth unnecessary descriptions , trying to get bites even from the ill-fated family members , trying to gather as much of TRP ratings , creating sensations with falsifying and exaggerated bits of fractured or architectured information , don't you think , they're approaching this like grave situations , just from the point of view , of commercial exploitation ?
Most of the politicos , ( can anybody name here some honorable exclusions ????? ) they're having their self-induced sops for these like situations , trying to aggravate the matter , to suppress , to mutitate or to corner their political rivalry , their arc opposition , unnecessarily highlighting the religious angle of either the victim or the assaulters , trying to gain grounds by spreading fumes of communal victimization , sometimes even down stepping to disclose the personal details of the victim in an attempt to gather political mileage out of even this like situation , don't you think, they're making the whole society , vulnerable to their disgusting opportunism ??
And to speak of the civil society ( here , we can't name even ourselves as some honorable exclusion) in these situations , the role of the entire society , it has some big question marks against it , we aren't now moved by these treacherous incidents , we're happy lighting some candles and protesting for being mentioned in some snap or some video footage and we're done , or else , passing remarks about how the girls dress or how they're having freedom or how the girls themselves are being prone to such incidents or as to how the female counterparts are behaving shameless , in short trying to book the victims only , under so-called cultural rules and regulations , disgusting , isn't it ? when the poor soul is dying multiple deaths in her livingness , we're focused about our festival of life , our happiness , is it that much all expected from the so-called elites ? Isn't this our failure as a social mechanism?
I don't know , what solution can be done for this problem or how to control the situation , but what I feel is the powerlessness , to fight this pathetically disgusting despoiling that's bringing in tremors of humiliations .....