Destined to be Betrayed

What’s making me worse.
All the time that I cried, all that waste stuffed inside.
All the times I felt unsecure for you
All the times that I cry my intention falls with pride.
But I waste my time than anyone but on you
And I feel all this again it back again
And I lay here in my bed wishing tomorrow will be ok.
You’re giving up its much that I could take.
I know I had defeats but how could you collect them all in my face.
I don’t want to relive my mistakes I made along the way.
Am holding on rob up from grounds
You tell me that you need me then you go and tear it down.
It’s too late we are done, we are dead.
Do you know who is the loneliest between us is the truth.
Just left is your memory with your laughter.
Your laughter would stop the fire within my heart now.
You left me nothing.
Am trying not to replace your good image to the worst enemy of mine.
You always will be a question mark which will haunt me in my mind.
You’re Destiny, you’re love, you’re life…………yours truly Laura.

By Laura (Miss Devil)
This compostion is from a friend, who recently been betrayed by her love of 2 years. she narrated her words on a mobile chat,which I felt should be noted down. I still don't know what made me do this but I did it and now am sharing it with you.

In a Bliss called Sleep

In a bliss called sleep I rest tonight,

Just dreaming to be always by your side.

Tonight I seek the Peace for you,

So your wish would come tomorrow to be true.

So I close my eyes and I walk to the dream,

My body gets numb, my mind gets clean.

And I wish to see you smile like a child,

See you run through the fields like a deer in the wild.

To my Surprise this dream seems so true,

My heart feels glad as it beats with the time as it go through.

With the wind I see you fly, through the clouds nearby in the sky.

And I follow you along, to the place where we together belong.

My body now feels strong, and my heart sings a song.

This dream seems endless as it goes, on and on.

Love - What I feel is!!!

It's not stupid, but it is something nice,
It makes your laugh and it makes you cry.
It keeps your wondering and asks you why.
It can be called wise and at times naive.
Call it what you may, you know my love for you is true,
This heart can't help but beat, and beat for you.

Secrets

Keeping your secrets to yourself as always,

Making me feel helpless as always.

Why do I suffer with your secrets without knowing them,

why do you make yourself suffer by hiding them.

Tell me please, tell them all,

Before this life gives me my final call.

It hurts when I see you take the burden all alone,

And it makes me think, why i can't be there for you all along.

Distances between us so faraway, makes us suffer,

The journey to reach you is long and tougher.

You never wanted me to lose you then, now and never,

I just want to stay by your side forever and ever.

Judging by my words, you wont beg to differ.

I am for you and you are for me and its true, now that I'm a believer.

Memoirs of Monique Part-3

I’m held to life by thin strings, Slowly they break.

And I sink lower into the death itself fear leaves me, for that is where I belong.

Unreal---
I’m not dead, but I am not sure if I want to live either.
I am not walking but I can see myself walking.
I am not listening, but I still hear the truths that hurt my ears and deep into my mind.
I am not looking but I am seeing things that are tearing my fragile soul apart.
I am no touching, but I can feel the frost bites of this unreal world we live in.
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The alone running in my worthless body is black and burning from poison within called hatred.

Hatred –
Inside hate is rippin and wasting through my soul.
Not long and it will devour me,
Your words did this to me.
Not long, not long now before I murder,
Not long before I break the silence that surrounds me.
This hate is mine, mine alone.
It has nowhere to go, so I’ll keep it till it’s too late.
Till it consumes me entirely.

Memoirs of Monique Part 4

Death Approaches

Staring into his eyes, watching as he dies.
I never meant this to end, I never meant his time to be spend.
Slide my hand under shirt as he lies in the dirt.
Trying to feel something still real.
Searching for some heat, waiting for his heart to beat.
Take my hand from his chest, Now its time for him to rest.
I guess he’s dead, that’s what all they said.
Still trying to remember what all went through my head.
Feeling him cold as he lays in death’s hold.
See my grin, was it such a sin?
Murder in my mind, I was only being kind.

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Now that He's gone!!!!!!!!!!

Grieving over him leaving, now he’s gone.
What did I do wrong?
I know now I’m left alone to fight on my own.
Unable to survive, unable to keep my heart alive.
I walk into the room, feeling the gloom,
As I lay awake my spirits starts to break.

Memoirs of Monique Part-5

Last Words

where does my heart belong?

Where did it all go wrong?

My soul is now broken,

Without anywords being spoken.

My mind is driving me insane,

I can't handle the pain.

Let it stop, before it lets me drop.

Drop into death, thats all i have to say with my last breath.

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My heart is a piece of broken glass. Each time it beats the glass cuts. Deeper and deeper. I’m bleeding to live on.

Dying inside-

All I feel is ice running through my empty nearly lifeless body.
Slowly freezing my veins, killing me from inside.
More and more, day by day.

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Now it’s goodbye, this is the End.
My time is now fully spent.
I am going to my grave,
That is my final save.
By the time you have this read, I’ll be already dead.

Memoirs of Monique Part- 2

Don’t look down into the eyes of the world beneath you..
Don’t look down you will fall down, you’ll be the sacrifice.
If I can’t feel I am not alive, then am not real.
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Demons from the past haunt my mind, Darkness surrounds me.

I feel into emptiness, hollowness engulfs me as the cold blade of steel touches my wrist.

Shallow is my heart, deep is my mind. Nothing am I born to be. Death approaches.

My arms look like a road map.Hold me please let me cry. But don’t look at my arms..

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My eyes are cold,
My soul has been sold,
Bought by the devil in the ground.
Who left me in my mind unsound?
Straight from the hell, deeper than the deepest well.

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Now is the time, hand me what is mine.
It has come to an end; I feel my time is rent.
I’ll come back, unless I crack.
I feel so crazy, as my eyes go hazy

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Empty and hollow, filled with sorrow.
It might be long, I know he did wrong.
He will be missed as I’ll never forget the way we kissed.

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Spilling my tears, as I write down my fears.
Slowly I cry until my eyes go dry.
I miss him so, where did he go?

We close our eyes

We close our eyes,
We shut them up,
Conscience bothered for inner peace,
Bothered for peace,.
What of,
May be more noble, humble, cruel, slumber, trampled under the oceans feet?

We gather,
Raise money together,
With that we chant off Bhagavat Gita,
But,
But speak of to slowen,
The misery of the miserable,
Why our pockets get sewn?

With same question,
Quisling my Grey’s,
I rampaged for a verdict,
Answer I got,
From mother, her I called,
She flowed like that in
Place of He Himself the Lord.

She said I heard,
She said I listened,
She said I understood,
She said, I DENIED.

I denied the personified Lord,
Personified as her,
Whom mother I called.

Because,
She conversed,
That He wants them to suffer,
He has made them,
He will perish them as their lover,
For they are what their destiny is or was,
Human, dust or cosmos.

But,
“Another but!” she thought,
I proceeded.

Aren’t WE destined enough?
Enough by He Himself,
He who wants them to suffer,
Out of utter passion,
Like that of a lover.

Hasn’t He harvested enough?
Enough love to share,
Enough grief to bear,
Enough money to care.

So Maa,
Why can’t we gather,
Raise love and money together?
And ignite the fire,
That would burn all pain,
And for things,
All dreaded and dire.

For this the personified took a step back.

May be I had argued,
With He Himself.

Now,
I will close my eyes,
Won’t shut them up,
Just pull them down,
In rejoice of the inner peace,
That I have won,
After I fought with the Lord,
At ease.

:S.S.

The dry dance

The dead looked alive,
As they danced round and round,
In the ball room of nature,
That was the ground.

The clouds were the spectators,
The trees brushed the music,
And the wind blew the song,
And they danced along,
As the song was made for them,
And they were, for the song.

In plethora,
In sync,
The titian clad performers,
A splendid serendipity,
The dance; seemed would last till eternity,

But suddenly Hey!
Who ceased the elaborate performance?
As I looked around for an answer,
I found,
But the depths of silence.

Though the spectators were gone and the music had ceased,
Rustling in halcyon,
The impeccable performers lay there serene,
To perform another brilliant dance piece,
Of the dry leaves.

: S.S.

Guess

Guess!

She is full of radiant beauty,
With eyes that tacitly epitomizes her love for the blossomed one,
Her voice overflowing with ecstasy,
And the lullabies compel to levitate even the eldest one.

Tell me who is she?
Her hands and their gently touch,
Emancipates even the wildest imagination,
Her mind from which we cannot conceal anything,
As it catches our every overhead transmission.

Answer, who is she?
Her womb the vault of origin,
Her heart filled with everlasting care and compassion,
Her love the same for all and equal in the sum.

There is no artist more versatile than her,
And no mason comparable,
She is there when you are hurt,
She is there when you are absolutely dither,
She is there to correct you,
And she is the most happening teacher.

At last you guessed it right!

She is unique and like none other,
She is the charming of all... Mother

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S. S.

Bringing your thoughts to life

Bringing your thoughts to life,
Nurturing them with plans,
Respecting them by time,
And moulding them with the clay of foresight.

Dream materialized to reality,
Décor, specks of life,
Ornate with flora of senses,
Rejuvenated with heart beats to eternity.

Bringing back the dead from the ashes,
Greening the yellow wilting of leaves,
Soaking the mud to smell divinity,
Smouldering the world with ferocious,

Giving it all for the world to cherish,
Filling up the insatiable smiles,
Levitating in the depths of silence,
Rupturing of love &
Ahead are many feelings to perish।

S. S.

वो केहती नही कुछ जो दिल मैं है

सिसकियों मैं मुस्कुराते , आँख की कोनो मैं झिलमिलाते।
ये संकुचित शब्द मेरे, यथार्त के सच को ना पाते।
दिल ही दिल मैं तिलमिलाते, स्वप्न को संज्ञा बनाते।
ये भूतपूर्व दर्द मेरे, आज भी भुलाये ना जाते।

इतना दर्द ना छुपाओ उस दिल मैं की वो सेहेम जाऐ, बतादो उसे इसके पेहले की यह साँस थम जाऐ।

दिल की गलती है अब वही सयाय दिखाए,

टाले ना टले बात जो उसमे भी वो कुछ सोच न ,
सिर्फ़ कहने से सुकून नही मन है इन्हे दफनाया जाए।

कुछ अनकही सी है मैं भी, मैं चुप रहू वो समझ पाए।
क्यूंकि लब भी सिहर उठते है, इतना की लव्ज़ दोहरा ना पाए।

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एस.एस.

जाने क्या चाहे मन बावरा, अखियन मेरे सावन चला

मेरे मन में एक बड़ासा तूफान है।
तनहा है मन ना जाने कब से,
जाने क्यो रूठा बैठा रेहता है सबसे।
बस सुनता रेहता है आती जाती हवा मैं सुरों को,
और मुस्कुराता है अपने आप पर की ये मैं कहा आगया। जिंदगी से चाहता है कुछ पर कभी कहता नही।
डरता है उस ना से जो जिंदगी ने अब तक की नही.
तरसता है उस हाँ को जो जिंदगी ने अब तक दी नही।
अजीब से कशमकश है की वो क्या करे,
किसीको क्या फरक पड़ेगा की मेरा ये मन जिये या मरे।
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जिदनेश

Memoirs of Monique - Something expressed from 16 year Old Girl. Part 1

Memoirs of Monique is a short series of Poems that i have received over the internet from a girl called Monique aged 16. Who claims to live a dreadful life as same as hell. She is cute little girl I met over internet on some chat. Who happened to open up her self and tell me her sad story along with these poems. I am publishing this Blog as her virtually close friend who wants to share her compositions to the world.

Here is the latest I received from her.
Bleeding Heart, how to start?
Looking around this place, couldn't keep the pace.
Shivering with fear, time drawn near.
Take the blade, start slowely to fade.
Slipping from this earth, cut what I was worth.
Now leave behind, everything that was unkind.
Too freezing to hold, my body turns cold.
Not here to stay, trying to slip away.

Soon some more compositions would be published out here. please let me know your comments.

In my quilt, closed my eyes and simply imagining.

I am walking, hands in my pocket, tossing the pebbles with my foot.
Taking my time for, my stride pushed as if there’s no existence of the phenomenon called time.
Rugged path with scrapped stretches of greens and winds rampaging over them.
Place where I as a child would have loved to play. Feels like walking for miles.
I can, I know, without dismay of destination and delusion of the start.Simply walk like the sun beams on rippled water.
All disarray when you have this feeling contended, satiated, when nothing about anything for anything by anything it’s just you.
It is then, that even the sun in month of May is not harsh and the December nights are cozy in your portico.
I am whole while walking through this virtual scenery, I remember nothing and no one, as if the last one left by myself.
And it’s all good and I am all good in this stagnation of thoughts and lapse of time.

By S.S. (My friend Little Miss)

Sitting beside her in the oblivious Silence:

We sat by the window face to face, with a mug of hot chocolate in my hand and coffee in her. It’s almost midnight now and she is looking at the sky. I just love looking at her sitting in the window. There are no words exchanged between us, just a pure golden silence in the room. Breeze of wind making hair brush her cheeks gently as she gazes at the sky. There is some light in the room from the street lamps, some scarce traffic down the road. She likes the ambience this way, that’s when she finds the sky splendid at nights. She sees the outlines of the mountains at the horizon which look like giants sleeping and glittering lights at the bottom of the mountain. Suddenly she looks at me and smiles a bit. Our eyes meet for a while and she turns her face away back at the dark yet shimmering sky again. I just rest back again continue to linger at her face. All I see is a certain peace and an unknown mystery in her expression on that face. My hot chocolate has almost finished and I sit there holding the mug in my hand. I then realize that her coffee is finished too. She looks at me as I get up to take her cup away. I signal her is she needs more, she nods back in denial with a smile as if saying thank you. I settle back to my place keeping an eye contact with her.
Then she speaks up to apologize for keeping me speechless for all this while. I ask her why she turned this wonderful moment to this by apologizing. She just laughs at me as I smile back at her. She gets up and walks towards the kitchen and disappears behind the door. In few moments she appears back walking towards me with something in her hand. It choco flakes her favorite in bowl, she places it in the space between us as we both start to munch on them. I hear a horn from a truck passing by, the ceiling fan moving at full speed. And a sigh from her, before asking me are we suppose to talk. I chuckle back at her and another chuckle back from her as a response. Then she continues to smile as we finish the flakes ready again to be drawn back in to the oblivious silence.

by Jidnesh J. and S.S.

When you on your own, and the nights are yours alone

Would you hate me if I leave this world without saying a Good bye? Just felt like asking what would you think. Will it make a difference in anyone’s life, if I live or die? Why does it feel as useless and a bit helpless? Am of no use or help in this world. I am a philosopher who can say things which are very hard to follow. I don’t know but I am getting this feeling for past 1 month. Nothing is there for one to give a reason to live a life like am alive. Seems like a life of a living dead. I loved a girl once and I left her too, cuz I was making her life miserable. And I could not stand anymore to see her suffering because of me. The distance between us was way beyond the continents and within me I always knew that we are not destined to be together. Don’t want anyone to love anymore, but just looking for a friend to my side, with whom I can talk.

I know I will be alone all my life now, and the winds of change won’t let you stay. Like a spore from a flower you will flow away to be nice place to grow up and flourish to rejuvenate into a beautiful something very hard to put into words, something so overwhelming that it really not possible for person like me to describe.

My leaves are shedding, my branches are aging, and no flower bloomed on me for quite a long time. I feel dry and brittle within me and a fear to broke down and shatter during the next storm to come. I feel the rains are angry with me, they deny every drop they got to spare. All I can do is only staring like a stranger looking into the thin air

A Silly Poetry - Don't know for whom!!!!!!!!!!!

It’s really a silly one; I don’t think you should read,
My part is to keep you happy and that’s what I did.
You need to be cheerful and you need to be happy,
Leave your worries to me and that will make me happy.
My joys are yours and your sorrows are mine,
when we are together everything is fine.
You may think I am crazy but this all is true,
Leave your worries to me and I’ll be always with you.
Together forever we will always make it through.

*I wish for you………….*

I wish you could rest in my arms, and I brush my hands through your hair to put you to sleep.
And give a gentle kiss on your forehead, just to see you smile while deep in the sleep.
To see you watching a pleasant dream, before I leave.
A dream where you are running free through the grasslands towards the mountain near the river of your dreams.
Smiling, laughing, with you hair flying along the breeze.
Racing up, slowing down, getting breathless yet excited.
A place in the paradise of your own, a utopia you call your home.
Where everything is twice as nice, like mixture of sugar with the spice.
Where your every wish is approved, no matter it's your fantasy it will be true.
Where there is joy but no sorrow, after every day a new tomorrow.
Where time will go slowly, you will be never be lonely.
That's my wish for you….and for you only.

Crazy - Something I wrote while chatting to a friend of mine.

Crazy - Something I wrote while chatting to a friend of mine.

You seem preoccupied...........whats on that crazy mind.
Tell me a few, would love to listen,Its Complicated, they say it all the time.
But it isn't that way always........Tell me about it, may be this soul make it a little bit less complicated.

Brave gal you seem, to take it all alone...

Secrets of a crazy mind worth more than they seem, I'm just curious and kinda keen.
But the choice is yours, start where you can see and go where you can be.
I'm a patient listener secrets fascinates me.
they may not be secrets, they may be facts.acts of the past, like moving pictures in your mind for years and years they had played.they haunt you, they please you, they take you to places.
they bring back the memories with millions of faces.

You never give in, you never give out.
You look worried and always in doubt.
Well I am out of words, Not known you so much.
All I feel is you need a caring touch.But its sad I cant do anything, the distance between us is so much.

The distance is a wall, you made around you which should fall.
That’s what I can say, that’s all.

I meant every word that I said, I’m not being smooth,
But just a good Friend whose is in a good mood.

Smoking......... a slow death i wish for.

Smoking......... a slow death i wish for.

I started it when I was past 18. Not because I was curious, nor I found it stylish, not even because of my friends. All my life, I found myself as an outsider among the peers. Some said I was too proud, some said I acted over smart. Some even said I have superiority complex in me. Smoking I said it as a pass time. I still remember my Second Year of BA, my midterm exams were in progress. It was political science paper, I entered the exam hall with all my enthusiasm, started writing my paper, while answering it I remember all of sudden I went blank, totally thoughtless confused, with nothing on my mind. In this situation all I could do I look around. As a rule, you cannot leave the exam hall unless you are there for at least 45 minutes. So I spent that time and I walked out. Outside the college 9 am in the morning with no one out there, I was all alone. I still couldn’t believe what just happened up there. Still wondering why it happened. Somehow I walked towards pan shop where they sell cigarettes. I bought my 1st cigarette, couldn’t smoke it like a pro, but I tried. I finished one got another kept smoking like a fool.

Don’t know what had happened to me, like a living dead I was out there smoking cigarettes. Very few people who know me close then objected, and some who just knew as a guy from college kept wondering what happened to me. This is how it began……the addiction to smoke a cigarette.As the college years went by, smoking took over me like anything. I had become lonely; life was just not a thing I hoped it to be. Smoking was the thing which got me moving. It was the only thing which I could do in my spare time, only thing to do if I am waiting, walking, frustrated, angry, sad, and sleepless. I spent 2 years in depression. Smoking took over me like a disease. Resistance was not an option to get rid of it. Giving it up was not an easy choice. Every time I tried it brought me more difficult times. Life has never been rainbows and sunshine for me, smoking was something which gave me a different state of mind. When I started up with my career as a technical support analyst, the work pressure was only relieved once I had a smoke in my breaks. Smoke once out of my home, smoke before entering it.
I heard that hindi song ‘main zindagi ka saath nibha ta chala gaya, har fikr ko dhue main udata chala gaya’. Somehow it made sense to me after going through what I have been in all these years. People say it’s a bad habit, it’s an addiction, and you lose 5 minutes of your life per cigarette. I agree to all of it, but again why would one be afraid if what life offered then and now is nothing better than a slow death. I accepted this slow death, as to there was no goal, no reason or no ambition within me that would urge me to give up smoking and embrace life. All the people whom I loved and who loved me have been on my back to give it up. But I don’t care about what they say because their reality is different than mine. I know you may think everyone have problems, there is always a choice and nothing stays forever. But till then what do I do. I don’t drink, I don’t do drugs to get high and stay away from the reality. I take on each day at one time with all my might and strength. Since the college days, I have managed to cut down the number of cigarettes from 25 to 12 and also managed to quit it for a while. But thirst always takes over, no matter how hard you try to control. It’s not that the mind is weak, but the circumstances that you go through every day are not the same. Some even take you to the very edge of giving up, but then again, there is some positivity in the mind that stops you from ending your life. My positivity somehow has driven me towards smoking. I know I can give up smoking any day I want, but then what I have in my life to take its place. That’s the question I am stuck with. What do I do? Life is not easy, smoking is……….. a slow death I wish for.

Smoke, Smoke, Smoke That Cigarette Written by Merle Travis and Tex Williams
Now I'm a feller with a heart of gold

And the ways of a gentleman I've been told

The kind of guy that wouldn't even harm a flea
But if me and a certain character met

The guy that invented the cigarette

I'd murder that son-of-a-gun in the first degree
It ain't cuz I don't smoke myself

And I don't reckon that it'll harm your health

Smoked all my life and I ain't dead yet
But nicotine slaves are all the same

At a pettin' party or a poker game

Everything gotta stop while they have a cigarette
Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette

Puff, puff, puff and if you smoke yourself to death

Tell St. Peter at the Golden Gate

That you hate to make him wait

But you just gotta have another cigarette
Note: Life has yet to bring many things to me, am waiting for them to happen, this was just another thing my mind thought. I strictly don't like anyone of the readers to try smoking if they are not into it. never ever think of trying it for any reason. It quicksand that drowns you slowely, I am in it don't need any company with me. Thanks.
Regards

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Jidnesh J.

Everybody wants to talk, but nobody is listening

Everybody wants to talk, but nobody is listening

All of us something with in us to say to anyone who feels will understand and listen to us with out judging us. There comes a time when you just can’t sit and keep it all with our hearts. All of us need a listener who will listen and lead us to place of peace. By peace, I don’t mean an eternal one; it’s really hard to get to such a place in such a short time. But we strive ourselves everyday towards it all of lives.

A listener is the one who comes in listen to you, he or she may not have anything to give, but sure they have the will take away what’s been saturated in your mind, heart and conscience for a longer time. Listener is the only platform one gets to express him or herself. This expressing may be a public or private moment, depending on the situation and comfort a person has. Most of the inner views and thoughts are always wanted to be kept like unturned pages of life, cause they have so much pain and sorrow within.

Sorrow and Pain in life:
Happiness is a temporary state that everyone enjoys in their respective lives.
But Sorrows and Pain are one which is permanently left in life with no place keep but in our hearts. But if these could be shared with others, they nearly diminish as a closed chapter of life. All of us want is to forget these chapters occurring in our lives, but don’t have much scope to do it that easily. These chapters of sorrow or pain are also seen sometimes as a burden on one’s heart. Which people carry on with them everyday with no hope to lose them, some take a path of certain addiction to get over them which actually later leads to slow amplification of magnitude to the Sorrows and pain. This all ends up in more difficult situation or severe condition.
Every one of us if we look back into our past may say; I have been there before, for a long or short period of time. Conclusion to all this again takes us back to same place where we started in the beginning is that, there is nobody listening. So there must be something where one would be free of all things to express him or herself.

Who needs our attention; all of us need those attentions that are in situation loneliness. But loneliness is enjoyed by some and a state of suffering for some. One who enjoys is self content person, but again not everyone is self content. Most of us haven’t found what we are looking for that some one who may lead us to feel at ease. With his or her presence around you feel secured, that there is some one who is there for you, that person may be your partner, your friend or anyone else. I have been in a situation that I am there for some of most interesting people I came across through explorations in life as a friend. End of the day they feel a certain ease in their mind that some one else knows what they can’t disclose to anyone and everyone. With all the innovations to bridge the gaps between the geographies of people, still there is a huge distance between the people. These innovations are just mainly exploited for the means to production and needs, and not so much for what one needs at times.

What do I do to be heard? What do I do when it’s over?

After every day we crawl into the night

After every day we crawl into the night

Every night once the day has ended and its time to hit the sack, a person gets a flashback kind of thing in his minds, which forces him to be depressed and lost. It’s really not easy to go to sleep even if you are tired after long day’s work. There are many things that can lead to this situation, if you don’t have anyone, if you had someone and lost, study stress, peer pressure, teenage phobias and every thing else that comes to you mind when you are reading this. What you do in such case? Some listen to music, some cry, some one with religious mind prays, some lay in their bed with out any motion and many other ways we got of our own. I try to speak up all I have in my mind to some one at that time or just type all that down in my computer.

Tell me what do you do? If you face such a situation…………….there are ways to tackle all this, if there could be someone to listen. By listen I mean to understand, analyse the situation, and feel. You may not need at times to say anything in return but just be there.

All I have written may not make sense but all these thoughts haunt me everyday, and make want to listen more to the individuals around me. So every place I go, I try to start a conversation so that things come out, they may not be that important for me, but they are something for the other person who is bringing them out. And I respect them and listen. this way I have met most interesting people in the city, who come across but don’t really know them well. Everyone has something to share and that something, if you relate some place around can be really helpful. I believe in one thing that ‘listen to everything and remember even more’. By sharing you spread knowledge, may it be general or special.

I don’t have anything special in my mind to end this right now….so I will leave it the way as it is.

A Sudden Moment of Peace

This is something I experienced all of a sudden during a normal routine day of my Life. The writing is not so great but just felt like noting it down, so wrote it:

Date: 26th January 2008

A Sudden Moment of Peace

The day started with me leaving the office at 2 am. I cam down to toll station of airoli. Had a my usual snack at coffee wala. Came home, kept listening to music so I may get some sleep. But sleep was not to be gained that easily. Had few things to do on my mind. So as the clock strike 9 in the morning I left for lamington road famous of buying electronics and pc peripherals. Bought a new portable hard drive, wanted it all that long. Got came home informed my dad that I am going to friend’s place in Kopri Thane east for some help with his computer. Went to my friend’s place akshay, nice chap to hangout with. Fixed his computer, once the work was done I felt tired all drained out. So I thought lets go home, came home spoke few words with my dad and went to sleep. And slept with peace, a sound sleep is what everyone seeks no dreams or nightmare. I got that sleep today after a long time.

I woke up with stomach calling for some food at around 4:30 am early morning. Fortunately my parents the only people who really care about me till this moment left me some food just in case I woke up late at night searching for something to eat. Had the food though it was cold but was filled with all the warmth one needs from the people who really care about you. After my late dinner which finished early in the morning, I realise that I am thoughtless, clueless, felt as if nothing matters now at all. All I need is with me along my side. All your life you keep searching and looking for something and today at this moment, I felt there is nothing needed to be searched around when its already there along by your side all this time.

For the first time I felt that the world outside is not better than the world inside I got at my home, where everyone expects you to be the best. And they are willing to support to the extent that they can do. I don’t know what today brings ahead or what lies ahead in the tomorrow but I am happy that what I have now in this moment is been experienced by everyone else in this world, ‘A moment of peace in my Mind’.

Until next time…………. :)