My Word & My World

I knew this a long ago but some times heart takes more time to understand what mind already knows. There are things which all of us need to work on for betterment of ourselves. And its a pity we neglect them. After realizing the importance of our discipline and time, we had already lost most of our valuable time. But it isnt advicable to lose hope. Bcoz, lofe always gives you a second chance to be better again. Proving ourselves isnt a hard job, but proving your worthyness to the world isnt easy at all. When we focus, there are things which seem unimportant. Leaving them beyond our journey leads to success. We maynot define success is getting a highly paid job or in terms of monitary benefits. I define success is going to sleep daily with a peace of mind and a happy heart without thinking about what happens the next day. Sometimes staying happy isnt so easy as people say.

As a writer, you should not judge; you should understand. This statement made me think twice about the situation I'm currently struggling in. Everything that was perculated within my heart, just blew out leaving a curve that set things straight, in my life. Now I'm just being happy with only me. When I was attached to people, whom I used to trust as FRIENDS, I was stubborn that they stand for me at hard times. But very few showed their face and the rest showed their real face. Also, there are few who pushed me into these situations. Ofcourse I never forget them till the end of days. Now, I am determined to be the earlier version of me. The things that bounded me from being so were just my thoughts and perception that is opposite to the reality. I need a bit of motivation that I always yield within me. And now, I receive what I strive for. It really feels like having a rebirth. Akin to the phoenix, I feel the freshness of life and love accumulated deep and hidden from my sea...

Attimes we add few experiences into our collection which probe us to change or the term we often use as pride, UPDATED. But everyone knows that they are hurt inside and may not be the one that they used to be previously. And this is what they had lost to the world. As I grow everyday and get rich with lot of memories of pain and hurt, I still keep the childishness that made me happy and in my own world. I know I had lost it long ago, but a hope in me is still alive telling that the good days aren't over yet. Maybe one moment may come and enrich my heart with everything I offer to the world around. Or it may remember me as the one with the very different nature who is difficult to reach. Today is one such Page that holded some weight to my collection. I wish I had someone beside me under these twinkling stars and blowing wind to listen what my heart saved in it. The problem with our generation is that they trust people untill they were too much hurt to be hurt. And when they lose ...

Our life begins with love and ends in love. When we first cry, our mother hugs us in her love and when we die, the poeple who loves us cry in grief. And in between the two biggest love stories, we search for smaller ones. The teenage is everything for building ourselves. And we may or may not find love that engulfs us in its madness. But if we do find one, there is a fulfillment that teaches us for the rest of our lives. We may forget friends, family, and people whom we had depended on and prople who depend on us. It completely makes you forget the entire world and stay in the high. But as time passes, life teaches that mistakes that we had committed while we are in the commitment. And finally, now we were dying to be loved with an enormous amount of hollowness thats been waiting to be filled. Some let life consume it, and others live with the space unfilled. Very few lucky ones, get the love they were been destined.

I wish I had the enough courage to handle myself. When people whom I hate say that it was difficult to handle me, I felt it as a great thing that I'm different to others. But never tried whether I can be accessible from my own self or not. Today I feel it really difficult to keep a control over my mind. It plays as it wishes and does as it thinks. Sometimes I think I can control me, but the moments lost in the dreams and hallucinations I destroy the innocence created within the time I reborn after every hurt that breaks me. Getting hurt has become a habit and hobby. I feel the presence of my own self only when I'm hurt, happiness is of nothing to my life. I don't feel the joy anymore, neither I want it in my life. When people are happy, I take it as my happiness. When people run through grief, I'm there as a shoulder to cry for them. I may not be the one everyone wants but that person whom they never want to miss. Irony isn't it?!?!?!

I had a belief that best friends are a family. Don't know why, since my childhood all the people whom I considered as best friends were so close that we had finally transformed into a special bonding. Even the best of my friends had been so close to me, and we never had any differences like the rest. Yes, they are like family. But in this matured world, friendships are not made to make a family together. We can be close enough to share our screts and share our most precious moments that last reminding you the joys we share, for a life time. But we can never be the best friends for being a relation. The actual truth is friendships are made for a self. Only you have to be aware that they never belong you to any whole. It's just a sophisticated illusion. Friends are just friends. Sone friends are more then the so called family. They are a magic, and a miracle. Be careful what you wish with them.

Hi world! After an era passed away surpasing many checkpoints in my life, I'm here again, strong and vulnerable holding a pen in my hand, waving at the dreams while they stare at me haunting. In every point of my life, there's always been a best friend to share a drink and a dream. Like always, people come and go, teaching me lessons that I may not forget ever in future. Slowly, a writer is born out of my aching heart and loving soul. I still remember the definition of poem by my English teacher in intermediate. The over spilled emotions out of the heart's cup is poetry. Such a beautiful verse and it has touched me. Life has taught me the value of a good friend and need to be one good friend. I'm being one, couldn't find anyone in around these many years. For poets, pen and paper is the best friend that was chosen and selected. Days run into years, but people weren't easily replaceable. Trying to do so, it is sometimes the hardest thing to...