Saturday, August 20, 2011

Sometimes...





There r things that we dont want to happen
but have to accept,
things we dont want to know
but have to learn,
people we can't live without
but have to them let go....

Thursday, June 30, 2011

Rain and me…



It is raining here. I love rains, but they make me to think. So I am sitting here. Wondering. Thinking about what has been, about what will be, not about what is. I can’t change the past, I can’t control the future, Not now I can change the present, Today, and the day after.
It is raining here. You can get outside. Get yourself totally soaked and dance in the rain. You can be happy for a moment, for an hour, for a day. Then you get back to reality. Reality makes you think. Reality makes you choose. And for every choice there is a price. I don’t want to pay the price now. I am not ready. How can you be ready to make decisions when you don’t know the outcome? How can you hope, strive, expect, wonder, smile when you might be wrong, when you might lose, when you might be left with nothing.
It is raining here. I love rains, don’t you? They make you happy, they give powers, but they also make you go all nostalgic. And they make you think. Oh, I said it already. Yes, they make you think. About the past. About the future. About decisions. You got to make them one day. And you are left with nothing but the hope. The hope that you did everything right. It’s not until months later, looking back, that you realize how much better you could have done. It is only then you realize that you had to take another decision but now… Now it is raining. And I am thinking. Aren’t you?
Tomorrow there will be a new day. And yes, I will live it fully, completely, happy. I might be a little bruised, a bit broken. I do have my own scars. They do not heal. They do ache. They hurt every day. They make me strong. But…
It is raining here. The rain washes the pain away. It makes the wounds clean. It makes me wake up again. Every morning. I might be confused and lost but I am here. I am fighting. I am living. I am learning to be happy.
Yesterday. Today. Tomorrow...

Sunday, June 26, 2011

Being Strong...


Once I was there with my friends just talking about some random stuff…..then suddenly the topic came…what is meant by “BEING STRONG”…..!!!





What makes one strong..?? who can be called as strong…?? I think "Being Strong" is a very relative term. I know many people who have faced certain situations in such a manner that when I even think of keeping myself in their shoes, I shiver. I don't think I can ever be as brave as them if I were to face it…

If smiling even when you are deep in shit is being strong, if controlling your true emotions is being strong  then I am sorry. I don't want to be one. Those who are labeled as "strong" may agree with me that it is not something to be proud of. It's the weakest trait of a person, the worst one you can ever imagine.

People who can show their emotions are much better than those keeping a strong front all the time. Sometimes, you just need to express your true feelings. It can save you from many miseries that come your way in the future. It's fine to cry when you are feeling low. It's normal to accept that you lost than stand there and fight the lost battle !!

No, I am not strong! I am a mere mortal like you. I don't like the tag of being so amazing at facing situations. I break down too at the end of the day, if not at that moment or in front of others. And I don't recover out of it just like you. It is all the more worse for me as my emotions stay buried inside me. It makes me weaker than most of you. My life is full of pessimism too, and it is a permanent state unlike yours as there is no way my emotions come out! It's a storage bag that has only fill option……!!!!

Saturday, April 16, 2011


An Ordinary Girl….(may be just next to u…)





An ordinary girl….her beliefs, her love, her strengths….no one can ever empathize…
She smiles when she gets hurt….
She laughs when she is in intense pain…
She even laughs harder to hide her pain….
She can cry a lot more than anyone can think she can…
She get attached to people who care even a little about her…
She says itz a long story when itz not really that long…
Sometimes she don’t get what she really deserves, still put a smile on her face with a bogus feeling of satisfaction…just to make others happy….just to see them smiling…
She is not so strong as her smile seems to be….
She loves to be pampered like a small baby….
She wants that somebody love her more than her expectations…
She is the ceaseless source of love and happiness….
When she love someone , she loves him with all her heart and no one in the entire world can love that someone more than her…
She is pure , she is endearing….
She loves unconditionally….but there is only one thing wrong with her that sometimes she forgets WHAT SHE WORTH….