New beginning 'may be'

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Before leaving you, I left you so many times in my head. I left you so many times in the way we used to live, learning with everything that I stopped doing that it went un-noticed each time, like nothing never changed between us. I stopped being me, and I realized I was never missed, my real self was never asked again for, that too by your partner. I wanted to write, you didn't bother to read. I want to sing but you were never in my audience. All my little or big efforts to make a presence in your eyes that could last for sometime, all went into vein. You made me realize what true liberation stands for. I was designing my own cage all this time. I was blocking my own escapes. The more time we spent together, the more I want to go far away from you. I don't know exactly when we became like same poles of the magnets, impossible to attract each other. Being in the same room, looking away from each other like no-one is around.  I started acting like a dead person, showering or refl...

I want to know what real freedom is. I want to taste it to know how it tastes like, I want to feel it to know how it feels like; at least for once I want to know what it is. When will the time in my life will come when I can do whatever I want.  Yes I want to sing, but you gave me dancing rope Yes I want to dance, but you gave me another hope When will I start living my life the way I dream for? Is my life more yours than mine? I was waiting for things to go my way That moment never came and I went away My entire life I waited for that moment, only to realize there was no such moment.

When you stop talking with others, you start talking with yourself. The outer world you thought was endless suddenly seems so limited, the inner you become the endless possibility.  The things you always tried to find outside was inside you all this time. Just pick what you want and it start working towards it. Just be wise when you pick. One may reach the middle of the Earth, but not the middle of soul, it's that deep, no matter how deep you reach you will always end up realizing it's far deeper than you thought it to be. It's like god you don't from where it begins and where it ends, it's ENDLESS. The more you dig inside the more you will realize that. I don't know when I stopped looking around to appreciate the beauty of nature around me, as far as I remember I grew up looking at stars, talking to moon, feeling the touch of wind, believing something very far away is looking back at me as well, smiling back at me.  I think human can have much more peaceful, ca...

 Isn't songs sounds so wonderful.? Isn't we all love nightingale's songs and find them melodious.?  Isn't it up to us whether we want to be nightingale in someone's life.?? Why we choose to sore our relations with someone or I think it will be appropriate to use 'everyone' here. Is it that difficult to be kind? What's there that stop us from being wise.? When we have choice of saying good things why we often end up saying bad? Do we think before putting words out of our mouth.? If not then why.? Why we don't think.? When don't say such things to our boss right.? Because he won't take your shit and throw you out and the one who will not, you keep giving that person the thing whenever you feel like giving. Is life that difficult like most of us make it sound.? Isn't earning money the only goal we have set for our entire life? The purpose of 'bag' is to hold your stuff but why it matters of which brand it is? The kind of life we are ...

  My mom always used to say  'I am the most beautiful person she ever knew'.   I was in first standard when people make me realized for the first time beauty is not what I am. Such a young, innocent and joyful child but still failed to satisfy the standard of beauty set by the society. A child of 5years of age been discriminated on what he looks like. I went to my mother and cried and ask - Mother you said I am 'beautiful'. She smiled and corrected me 'Most beautiful person she knows' and I smiled back. That day she wanted me to know  It's love that make things look beautiful. She was a divorcee. My father left us when I was 10years old. My mother was very beautiful everyone used to say. She meet with an accident and her legs got paralysed, and she also she got unaccountable scars on her body, especially on her face. My father left us and got married to another 'very beautiful' lady. My mother smiled that- I could read her eyes. Beauty is something w...

  What it feel like to be in a cage, an eye holding thousands of tears behind it asked me, looking straight into my eyes. It was not only holding tears, rage accompanied it too. It frightened me for a minute but then I realize I am a homo sapien. I laughed looking into her eyes in my response. That little fish in aquarium has a lot of questions to ask but acknowledging my ignorance of life she kept quiet and smiled, as if she said everything without saying a word. Her silence was more powerful than any word ever uttered by anyone. I wonder how one can ignore such powerful meaning. That incident made me ask- Do we need a common language to communicate? If I say I can understand what that fish in my aquarium wants to say will you trust me? Have you ever tried hearing voice of a deaf? Have you tried talking to animals you encounter in a zoo or in a circus? Is it that difficult to understand, or we just don't care to understand? We talk about freedom. We fight for freedom. Many died an...

  Does our life hold any meaning without morals? This is the question I always wanted to find answer of. When I see around I see people living just for themselves. I heard someone saying once that life is about giving not taking. Is it? Then why everyone is trying to snatch everything possible from others. Why love is done with terms and conditions apply? What is the line that separate ego from self-respect? What is the difference between self-love and being self-centred? Why is the spotlight always on us? How killing someone and eat gives us pleasure? I thought humans are intelligent than anyone else alive, this is what they claim at least. Then why is our life so miserable? Why we have anxiety, anger, enmity and much more in us? Is this how our intelligence work better than others? By creating self-destructive machine inside us?  Is our mind something to be controlled? Or to explore and expand to draw new lines? Why we have to take pills to control our mind? The way our mind...

 When a child is born he does not know much about this world. He learns and grab everything from his surroundings. Everything as in all good and bad and surrounding as in everywhere he goes, everything he sees, hears or came across. Consciously or unconsciously he tries to grab them all. That is a normal way of living and learning, nothing wrong with it. But when I see around mature grown up humans walking around doing little things they could, I realize how bad an influence we are on children. What are we teaching them? Is doing so is justified? We carried hatred all our lives and now want to transfer that to our children. Do they deserve this? Let me tell you a story. Some around 1,00,000 years ago there was a planet named Utopia. Limited population, lots of tress, fresh air and kindness was its speciality. There was no ruler, people were so intelligent and understanding that they never actually needed one. There was no concept of money and may be that was the reason no one die o...

  For the first time ever of this long journey together I feel this way. The first time ever it seems easy to let you go; for the first time ever I can feel your absence even in your presence. I feel strangely inside me, something moving inside me as the time to say good bye approaches. I am not angry, unhappy, crying or emotional for any reason, in fact, this time I don't feel anything at all, it's numbness that surrounds me now, holding me tight creating a bubble around me to not let anything in, and this for the very first time excludes YOU.  Two strangers laid their eyes on each other one day, not knowing that this could last forever One side saw the body, the other went deep inside the soul You always had the hint of devastation in you but, with the mixture of endless love  I choose to see the love. You are prettiest in all the stars, I can find you in all the stars I saw the innocence in your lies, they melted my heart even when I knew they were lies, only YOU had t...

Story Of A Pond There was a pond named Himadri situated at the bank of river Yamuna. Yamuna is a flowing river. The best quality of a flowing water is that it cleanses itself without any external aid for the process. This a story of a pond who chooses a path to become a river to cleanse itself, experience life in a better way possible. Staying still, I look around to explore life beyond My heart aches, I can't look beyond from where I stand However I see a water flowing, someone who is not still like me People call her Yamuna but for me she is an aspiration  I try to touch her feet but  there is an enormous distance between us which looks just few steps I try every day to move forward and mix my energies into hers, holding me tight my boundaries pulls me back I wonder what it's feels like to be free, I look around for help to find none One day it started raining hard, with the water added to me I prayed to set me free I cried that day hard to add some more water to go through,...

The most powerful man in the world is not the one who has control over the world, but the one who has control over himself . The most powerful man is not the one who possess everything that exist in this world, but the one who owns nothing but still experience everything in life. One man who possess lots of money, bodyguards for safety and every materialist as well as unlimited numbers of people ready to do anything to be with him and on the other hand exists a man who owns nothing and have just himself in his life but experience everything. What is more powerful.? To work hard to get money or to make oneself in such a way that you realize it's not the money that can buy you happiness. What is more powerful.? To be able to shop in the most expensive store in the world, or to overcome the desires that arise within us.? What is more desirable.? Reducing the length of your clothes or covering yourself up.? What is more beautiful.? To make oneself in such a way that we are not, with th...

Our love was like a cigarette The more we wanted to have each other The more we led ourselves to the end of us . With every drag we feel loved    And after every drag we feel lost We wanted to have it all, only to realize it's no more. How we exhausted something we ''loved the most'' That's the mystery everyone wants to solve. At the initial stage, we feel we found the love              That love becomes the addiction            Only to realize it's only harming us Although the cigarette always remained the same It's us who kept changing with the phase. I knew we were about to fall apart . This is the last time she is this near to me, touching me with love Let's die together , I throw my ash on her body I failed to grab her attention, she threw the packet away Our love was thrown away, and I decided to keep quiet this time I knew it is the final goodbye. I am the last drag of her cigarette that she will remem...

  When I see I am Almost There When I see, I am almost there And within a second I am still here I feel like I am not moving in any direction But still I find myself at the last corner I don't know what the matter is But I find myself lost in every direction. When I see, I am almost there. I think I am chasing something, not likely to be remembered by me Then why I am still running? Is it the unsatisfaction that keeps me going? To whom should I ask these question, when everyone is somewhere in the same circle. I have lost the hope, should I stop now or keeping going? Is this gonna change my life? We all have the same finish line, no matter how many circles we cover through our lives. When I see, I am almost there.

Ordinary Girl Who Used To Sing Like A Bird She was an ordinary girl who used to sing like a bird She had a magical voice that attracts everything alive No matter what keeps going, singing was something that make her feel alive. Life kept changing her pace, singing was something that still remained in that phase She was an ordinary girl who used to sing like a bird. Her eyes were deep like a valley The place where she hides her misery, that used to flow like a river through her eyes Those tides used to give her the music, so she could keep her singing alive She was an ordinary girl who used to sing like a bird. One day she couldn't find her lyrics, they were lost somewhere like hope for her She kept going to find them, that day no one could find her Some can still hear her sing, with no appearance of her to be seen She was an ordinary girl who used to sing like a bird.

                   Unheard Screams My voice loud and clear, can you hear me? I am all alone, can you accompany me?                    I don't know where this road will lead but can you promise to be with me? Promises are broken before but can you see the hope in me?     Do you still have the rage to break it?             I wonder if it was you who make it.     People make homes according to their pockets     You did the same so why don't you confess it?      I was something that you always ignored      I was the one you left alone.     When you will look back you will see what you  have lost     But can you ever see what you could have?     My voice loud and clear, can you hear me?

                      The Lies To Tell The Truth I want to know my answers but people keep lying, was I only for the lies.? It started on well with both the sides but, then the reality opens our eyes Was I only for the lies? Is it easy now or it was always like nothing from your side You disappeared in the fog with no goodbye It was always the darkness that I confused with the light, it all seems clear now when you are not by my side. Nothing lights forever I read somewhere, looking at the Sun I laughed Now I understand the true meaning of it, with no smile to be seen Do we know the reason of all the goodbyes?  This was my silent one first time.  I want to know my answers but people keep lying, was I only for the lies.?

                                          I am a fat little girl, people comment I used to be thin I wanted to tell them They still laugh at me in the same way they used to. When I was thin, they still used to complain, they still use to tore me apart in the same way Now today as I gained weight they say that I was prettier then, I am just not pretty ever in the present. I am a fat little girl, people comment Am I ever gonna change? Or just remain an ugly girl forever I never fit into this world, I always swim in the opposite direction But still I end up being surrounded by them, it's like a circle that never ends. I am a fat little girl, people comment. I never got to know what perfection is, I guess it's something that runs away from me. I never got to know what color I am made up of but, that is something they are ignorant of. My height was never pleasant for them, they used to ig...