WHAT DOESN’T KILL YOU MAKES YOU STRONGER

 

It was a brand-new day and all was well, but the truth is it was a Sunday and let me just let you in on something, Sundays at home, are ridiculously loud and exhilarating. The family is home and we were just having some innocent fun. Sundays on a typical morning is wake up – have a late breakfast, stay in your pajamas except that I am on a very tight schedule. You see, I am epileptic and sometimes on very rare occasions I get mild sudden attacks, maybe it is my fault. Maybe I was the one who was over thinking about something ridiculous and neglected me.

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THE REALITY OF FRIENDSHIP

friendship-1‘’Not friends, Not enemies, just strangers with some memories’’

Sometimes the need for acceptance, the need to be a part of something big, to be a member of a group is one of the biggest wish and expectation of any teenager irrelevant of any age. But you sooner or later realize the bitter truth hidden under the icing of the cake we long to protect, which is reality. The results of being in a group includes your mind to drift away from what it normally is, you tend to think in the same way, you practice the same things and maybe you try to even imitate your friends. You become one of many. You lose your individuality. You lose yourself. Continue reading

CONQUERING YOURSELF

shutterstock_396552382How would you feel when there is no point in turning back time – and what if time travel was possible; not to mention accessible to every single human – being? Would you walk through time and try to alter what was already written? I for one – give and take have survived a whole mass of destructible relationships, bonds, losses and gains: albeit I am quite content with where I stand today; no matter how delusional this may sound, trying to rewind my pasts mistakes – the losses, gains and EXPERIENCE that I have accomplished throughout my life is not just going to change, and that is a reality! Altering it is going to be, the biggest mistake of a lifetime. Continue reading

HISTORY IS MEANT TO REPEAT ITSELF, OR DOES IT?

past-and-future2-1024x640Why do we ever think, that this has happened to us before? What about the fact that it could ever happen again, to any of us? Just so you want to know? Life is such, and the fact is that if it hasn’t happened  to us a few hundred times, how can a memory ever be established? How do people, even know whether it’s a repetition or if there is a lesson that’s supposed to be learnt? Ultimately, what comes down to it is the level of perspective, time and most importantly understanding. Continue reading

TO MY DEARLY DEPARTED LOVER

15528417538_7f6d007a0d_zYou were the spectre of light which illuminated my existence. The happiness which culminated my soul for you appeased me, harmonously. You were the light within my soul, the air I longed for and yearned. Yes, you were the man I deeply loved and existed for. You stayed with me through it all; as the passing of time – I learnt love, honour, dignity – from which you showed. You showed me the strength and courage to face realities. To face my demons. It was you, that loved you and taught me to love myself. Standing still; I see the forlorn shadow of yester-years and see that chance had got past me; for I altered when seasons changed; and I felt my soul enliven for the deep sense of you: but oh! You. You.

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NOSTALGIC. REMINICSING.

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 It stood still, the moments. The memoirs.
She tucked it safe within herself.
Beautifully still, and untouched.
Her heart, mind and soul – her psyche.
Gathering it. Holding, locked.

You see, these memoirs were not good nor were they bad.They held life’s spectacular lessons branched into one entire. It awakened her. The soul, the erotic raw passion she felt – with a tinge of sadness. She controlled herself.

He saw her, sitting – talking incessantly. Wondering, if he kissed her mouth. Would she? Would she just hold it in, just for a minute. He was only what she could see. He sat silently. Kleptomanic was he? Silent. Serene. Frozen in time. Just a perfect painting on the wall. He sat. He watched her. He bewitched her.

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