Yours truly

With every drop of tear you shed,
My heart feels a fear,
With every smirk you wear,
My only choice is to spare,
A few smiles which you share,
My life seems to glare,
Little do you know too,
I am nothing without your care.
Yours truly,
A lifelong swear.

Living only to die

Every morning, you wake up to yet another day to do something even if procrastinating is all you've planned to do. Imagine if someday you don't have a reason anymore? A reason to wake up? A reason to face another day? A reason to appreciate life? A reason to be thankful for living? What then? Then you'll survive. It'll choke you, break you, hurt you, pain you but you'll still do. You'll do it until you can. Asking yourself the same question everyday, “Why am I doing it?” until death will come your way only to reply, “For me.” And then, being dead is the only thing you'll do. Happily.

Ecstasy

Ecstasy, when simply defined is the intense pleasure one gets by doing something or anything or everything.
Whilst being neck-deep in doing that something, all we can feel is pleasure. A pleasure so intense, it shows and glows. We all feel in one way or the other. Pleasures make you happy. That's its job and as far as that's happening, your ecstacy is invincible.

The end

Someday in life, you realise, how important someone is to you. It happens when the person goes away. Maybe, it's at that point of time you start thinking of living without them and you realise there's NO living without them. They just mean that much to you. You console yourself in every possible way and stamp the reality in your brain of not being close to that someone anymore. No, it doesn't make anything easier. Life turns into a game which you're not even remotely close to being interested. You're lost. Lost in the thoughts of that one who you already lost. You feel cursed by nature and tortured by the universe. But ofcourse, it's the universe and it will change with time. Time heals it. Atleast, heals it enough for you to survive. And you survive.

Mission accomplished

Some people are meant to last a lifetime while some, just a blogpost.

Yay! I lasted a blogpost though I'm not pretty sure about lifetime.

Untitled mystery

One person's death is another person's holiday. One person's moans are another's reason to party. This world works very mysteriously. Not that, we are not aware of the mysteries, just ignorant in our own individual ways. Nonetheless, everything continues. With or without somebody. It's a world full of lives and deaths. Somebody's life affects you while somebody's death destroys you. The tremors of the good or bad eventually hit your way making you realise how lucky or unlucky you are, respectively. But it all doesn't stop here. Nature being a life long teacher keeps popping up things to teach, create or destroy you. It's the Nature's job and we can not promptly question it. It has its own rules and it abides to that pretty obediently. Let's just say, it is better at its work than we are at ours. Naturally, it also has a shitty side which you confront more than the good side. Becoming habitual to it won't work. It will only compile the complications one upon the other without any delay. Ofcourse, nature is no procrastinator. Genuinely, it will do what it has to do with or without your consent.