THE SENSE OF INDIVIDUALITY

They break you , they shake you, they take advantage of you . Its people eating souls of other people. But who is to blame? Them or you? Why do we do this why do we let it happen why dun we stop them? Is it because we are weak or is it bcoz we tend to find good in everything? Coz what else can drive you for that long what else can make you eat your frustration up? If its not for some good den what is it? No offence to people who have actually found something good but for others I cannot believe someone can be that HUMANE. Someone can be that defenseless. Someone can be that dead inside. Coz believe me its better to live in the ignonimity of being called a human rather than cutting yourself nine inches deep jus to figure out that you still can feel .. That you can still get hurt.

Believe me friends we live with ourselves 24 hours a day, There is nobody else who knows us better den ourselves. But most of us live for recognition in sm1else’s eyes. We seek approval from someone else. if you know yourself if you are confident about what u are doing, if the approval of someone else does not decide your life den you are the most righteous person even if you are getting screwed every day, everybody loses the right to pass a judgment on you but if for any moment u r just not man enough to be responsible for yourself then you have just lost the INDIVIDUALITY..

For everybody out there who has lost the meaning of INDIVIDUALITY, I just have one thing to say

Its not about you its not about me

Its about how the life is meant to be.

Its not about light its not about dark

Its about why we should never give up the spark.

Coz its not only your finger prints that makes you different from others but its actually the idea of your entire individual being. Why do we crave for others when we haven’t even estimated the real value of our life yet.How can we forgive when we are still guilty on our conscience when we are not able to accept ourselves completely? How can we stop being an individual?

If giving birth to a life is greatest achievement, if saving a life is the noblest deed done then valuing a life even if its yours is the biggest accomplishment.

The ocean’s depth or an Emptiness?

We are busy , we are occupied , we have every second calculated from minutes to metro station to seconds for breakfast and it goes to the extent that surprisingly or unsurprisingly we even have a calculated time to smile , to laugh, to be sad, to express. How often do we stop just because we come across a sight so simple n serene that it has the potential to redefine our definition of serenity but only if its watched? How often do we pull our cars over at a calm roadside only to lie back and to take a deep breath just to know how it feels to breathe?


We are just doing whatever is meant to be done , we are so engrossed in it that we dun even have time to ask ourselves that what is it that we are doing , why are we doing it and yes finally the million dollar question ..Is it making us happy? Are we happy? Is it merely the need? Or is it just convenient to be there? Because change never comes with a guarantee of being fruitful, it merely comes as an opportunity to be shaped as either good or bad. Happiness doesn’t come in regular supplies of bundles it doesn’t fly with the future but its wrapped in the present .But busy and defying as we are, we never try to unwrap it, rather what we do is we trample over it. We have earned everything but we still haven’t earned the confidence of an erudite mind and the sanctity of a peaceful mind.

I remember being kids for whom happiness was the only parameter to judge any situation. Those days have passed, we have grown with time but have we lost ourselves too? Growing was meant to be gaining something it was never meant for losing the most important possession we had, “the ability to be true to ourselves”. We are so much lost in defiance and pretences that we have stopped recognizing the reality even if its stark naked in front of us. We fail to understand that its not the life we are running from but we are actually running from ourselves .cocooned in the warmth of a shell we just live for that moment failing to realize that one day its meant to be broken.


Friends
When even our emotions pose as a threat
Then its either an ocean’s depth or emptiness..
The ocean even roars and makes it surface express
But there is just no life in emptiness, there is just no life in emptiness.

The State of Tranquility

When you have time to hear the wind gushing and rustling through the trees and feel it on your face, when the showers of first rain ooze unknown emotions out of you that you were never yourself aware of. When wet wood and sand smell better than your perfume. When you think that a small bird hopping in the rain is the liveliest sight you have ever seen., when even a washed rocky hillside seems to be a beautiful place to be and most importantly when you feel so captured by all this that you think that this is the end and this is how you want to end everything. This is peace, there is a sense of security, there is a sense of life and a sense of ending it without regret .There is a sense of not wanting anything else. There is a sense of eternal stability.

when you dun think that only intimacy and alcohol can cheer you up then that means you still have some sense to be in the melancholy, break it enjoy it and then revert back to it. Every breath taken gives you a sense of achievement. It penetrates so deep that you can feel it touch every organ of the body. It puts a never ending smile on your face, a smile that is not sarcastic, that is not bright but that is merely full of melancholic enjoyment. This sense of self sufficiency is something worth everything in your life and everything that is in your life the good part and the bad part together make it more worthwhile n existent . Ironic eh?

The Ineffable

It feels like everyone around you is screaming and you get this strong urge to press both the hands on your ears ,but even if you do so the screams neither end nor do they get any milder .you try to wave off , you try to sleep but you just cant make it not in the 'deafening silence' of the room. you feel uneasy , you try to get comfort holding pillows and changing sides but, NO LUCK.

What is this ?? out of all the feelings a human being is programed to have , what is this feeling?
you wish you cud name it , you wish you cud put a tag on it ,you wish you cud make sure that 'this' is what you are not supposed to feel. This is what has to be overcome by a REASON.
but there is just no reason to it. Either its this nonsense suffering an ugly kaliedoscope, a mixture of so many different things or its a bewildering blank.

what is it that is f******g your mind ? why can not you reach to a single thot out of all those hullabalooh and corner it ? Why is it everything or nothing?

you feel exhausted , you feel out of breath ,you feel dizzy ,you just lie down on nythin nearby. you stare anywhere on the roof wherever your eyes fall first. you lay like you neva wanna move like that is the most comfortable state you have reached after hours of mental exhaustion .you mind goes numb and so does you body for a while. N DAT IS THE END OF A LONG BATTLE.

but the question is if mind is the one trying to evade it and the one who is suffering the most , if heart is the one that has stopped recognising any feeling watsoever then what is it that is inflicting so much pain.

The essence of life

Hours and Seconds the time just flew ..

I longed for it like morning dew..

But never again will I get that time..

Not even sure how to make it rhyme..

But something is still there, something is still not dead..

As fresh as a flower and even more sacred..

Its not the memories and its not their spread..

M just so surprised to find that its the life instead..