Archive for August, 2016

August 31, 2016

Le depart

 

I didn’t turn around

when you shed your unstoppable tears,

I didn’t hold you in my arms

when you needed me the most,

I was living a life with a smile

when your life was shattered,

I was keeping myself in tact

when you were tearing yourself apart,

I was alive but you were dead,

And without bidding a farewell, we parted.

 

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August 11, 2016

La Mort

One day I will perish like the billions of invisible cells perish every jiffy and that day this body full of life won’t be anything but food for some scavengers if not buried or burnt.

Am I thinking about death? No, because life and death are like two opposite shores of the sea and one has to leave one shore to enjoy the other.

Am I worried about death? No, because I live death every night and born every morning.

Is death beautiful? Yes, it is, however, life is much more beautiful than death.

As the adage goes “some people die at 25 and aren’t buried till 75”. And here I am, who thinks of nothing but life every single moment and live it with zeal and make the life passionate about me. I have seen many who born at an age of 25 or 30 or even later and then the make the most of the rest of the moments. These people love everything and everyone. They spread love and live for love. They have no regrets and the kiss the success which they receive by spreading love. These people were re-born, they defeat death by enlightening themselves with the lessons taught by their own life.

They were dead not by some natural causes but by an accident. The accident which never let their minds open wide enough to accept and replenish their thoughts. They were dead by the physical and mental diseases which they never think of getting over. They were surrounded by a field of  negative thoughts. They allow their mind to wither and tither. They don’t nourish their diseased mind before it even dies and never leave a chance accuse others.

However, the people who were reborn, accepted the scars and decided to make a difference to their death so that they should not have any penitence when death will knock at their door to occupy the body by throwing life out of it.

Live the relations before it is killed, cherish the moments before it’s seized and love life till the clock ticks.

 

August 5, 2016

Le rêve

I was nothing till I woke up one night, in the middle of the night, thinking what went wrong. I was in a peaceful slumber which was disturbed by some occurrence. The things which occurred created a havoc in my life. I disturbed none and lay on the bed till morning. My eyes were closed but I was not asleep anymore. I had no idea how long I was lying under the mattress before the glimpse of sunlight entered into the room and the cows mooed.

I spoke to my dad about the incident which took my sleep away and then I got to know what dream is. Dream is what changed my life. It created a havoc in my life and made me a dreamer. Just like any two-legged creature, I also encountered it at a very tender age and since then all my wants and needs, although the wants followed the needs, became a dream. Moreover, my life became a dream. The never-ending moments, the long hours, the vacillating thoughts and the inexplicable emotions became an indivisible part of my dreams.

Dream is what asked me to hold on to it when I lost everything, it assured me that it’s never going to betray me, it loved me much more than I loved it, it taught me not to give up ever, it consoled me when I was broke, it mend the relationships when it went sour, it walked along with me through the abyss of darkness and it made me realize that nothing but love will surpass everything.

When no one trusted me, dream confided its belief on me. When the society demotivated, dream inspired me. When the two-legged creatures made fun, dreams laughed back at them silently as the dreamers never make fun of anyone. Dream polished my thoughts, filtered my mind and gave life to the soul. Dream gave wings to the hidden talents and exposed the creativity from the cage of fright.

The dreams reflect my attitude. I am not what my attitude is but what my dream is. Dream, not because it makes itself a reality but it gives life an eternal purpose.

“Trust in dreams, for in them is the hidden gate to eternity.’ – Khalil Gibran