Found and lost

She was contended of finding her soul mate. She wouldn’t let it go away ever. She was firm about it. One thing that still terrified her was what she would do if she lost it and to add to her already succumbed probabilities, she did lose him. In a crowd. In those few minutes, she lost herself too. It was as if her existence had suddenly turned gloomy—even if for those few minutes. When they found each other, he could sense her vulnerable state. He embraced her and instantly, she was all lost again.

NB: Do try your hand at writing at One frame stories. Don't care about how bad it will be, you won't be killed.

Truth

Half of our lives are gone by looking at the past which is full of memories regardless of whether they are good or bad or whether we are happier looking at it or just regret it. Another half is spent looking for the future, imagining it, trying to correct it even when what we need to correct is the present. The future can wait. The present can't. It won't take much time to become past. The thing is we have never really lived in the present but have always imagined the future. We've spent our whole lives stuck in a maze, thinking how we'll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present but if you hadn't imagined it, you would never have gotten anywhere at all. You think you sometimes don't get it while in real, you never get it at all. That's the whole point.

Perniciously yours

Dear XYZ,
I know you exist. I know you breathe. I know it's been hard and it's been unbearable but you've got to keep up. Let's be real. You can't escape it anyway. You've got to be strong enough. Deal with it. Get up and move. Make your ass work. Make some choices. Take the risk. Don't care if you fail, get up again. Do it again. Do it till you're tired and when you are tired, do it once more. Also, while you're at it, stop being self-pernicious.
Perniciously yours,
Life

Death

I always had this grievance with authors who included death in their writing. It was only until I realised that there is so much one can learn from death, so much more that life can't teach us. As I've always admired John Green, his books draw a lot of attention to death and its acquaintances. His The fault in our stars and Looking for Alaska are two such books. Gus from The fault in ours stars, who feared of being oblivion that he'll be forgotten and his desire to do something so huge in order to be remembered was broken only when Hazel told him that if she really meant the world to him and when he knew that she would never forget him; that cured it all. It was only then Gus and we all got to realise that it isn't even remotely necessary and possible for the whole world to remember us. It is only then we realise that it's enough if our loved ones remember us. It's more than enough. When it comes to Alaska and Pudge or Miles from Looking for Alaska, their only question was how will they deal with this suffering of the labyrinth. While Alaska was already doing it her way, Pudge thought he could make a corner of that labyrinth, his home. Alaska's death and the process of finding the reason to her death was Pudge's new definition to this suffering of labyrinth which he thought was home until he hit a realisation point that he was only surviving his time there, in the labyrinth, just like Alaska did. He knew one can never escape the labyrinth, let alone its suffering. We all have to face and share a relationship with the suffering of labyrinth, which is surely hard but in the end, worth. That we all are just energies, transforming, transporting and manifesting, living in different shapes and sizes ignoring that there exists something larger inside of us, a soul. A soul that craves to enjoy its time regardless of the fact whether it is living or dying. A soul that is thirsty to experience everything because there's so much. A soul which is invincible. Pudge realised all of this. He realised all of the things the Old man was trying to teach him. He then knew that no matter how hard we try, this labyrinth of suffering is where we exist as bodies, as humans until death transports us to afterlife.

A wiser me

It's too evident that I'm reaching a point in life when I feel older, not physically but wisely. I know when to create or destroy moments or when to just let them be. I don't anymore stress on things that matter to everybody else except me. Turns out, I'm getting selfish but who isn't? But this selfishness doesn't alone define everything. It's my choices and my ways of doing almost everything, that does. I'm not good for a lot of people but the feeling is mutual. It's just that while they say it, I keep it to myself. Not because it hurts or something but because it's useless. Nobody gives a fuck about your opinions in their life and I'm no different. I've learnt that while people get tired of wasting their energy on telling me to do things when at the end, I will do what I want for that's the only way I can breathe. I don't want to intentionally hurt anybody but if my doing things my way hurts you then I can't help. In that case, either you care way too much or you absolutely loathe me for the disobedience. And as far as my statistics go on this, most of them are stuck on the latter. The best thing about the latter is that I don't give a damn. I've lived years and more detesting every inch of myself and for me, only my thoughts matter. Also, why shouldn't they? Nobody knows me like I do and in all these nineteen years of my mysterious life, I've only let one person solve all of them regardless of the outcomes it will lead. I don't claim myself to be private but there are a lot of things that very few people in my life know and there's only one of them I have counted on. I have no idea what and how the future holds for me. Now, when I talk about myself, I know how much I've changed and how much of that change will cause and lead to new and different roads. And like it is said, “After every tunnel, there's light”, mine will have too. I might not know how long it will take or how far it is but I at least hold that much faith in myself that I'm bound to reach that light and that, I will.

Smoking pain

She was tired of being wounded physically and mentally. She had a choice to leave it but how could she leave something she wished to cherish forever. She couldn’t and she wouldn’t. Lighting her first cigarette, she expected her pain to soothe. It didn’t. The second one didn’t do any good. She finished her third too. Physical harm didn’t soothe her mental pain. She then took her blanket, lied to herself all over again that everything will be fine and closed her eyes only in a hope that tonight she might watch a beautiful dream instead of a nightmare.

PS: I wrote this piece for One Frame Stories who choose to share perspectives on a picture in 99 words. The only idea is to lay down yours and read the others. I personally prefer to give priority to Shakti Shetty for this one.

On dit

Apparently, everything we intend to do has to come out as a masterpiece. It even includes the things I'm writing now. We're not ambidextrous. The last time I saw an ambidexter was Boman Irani playing the role in 3 idiots. Moreover, nobody wants to get that brainy these days. Everybody is something way beyond that- Creative. I always come across so many people who are so creative and yet have bound themselves in a certain limitation. It's heartbreaking to know how much of their creative work we cannot see. The most appealing thing about them is that they don't care what we think, they just believe the most in themselves. Maybe, that's why they stood out of the crowd and continue to do the same. For instance, John Green. He's one of the writers I believe in the most. The way he imagines, writes, forms is an ideal piece. We cannot compare him to anybody except himself. His famous works not only lie within people's shelves but have also made sure to change the lives of many. He will never go démodé. He's one of the joie de vivre and we can never deny that fact. Also, he obviously doesn't have the fear of being oblivious. He's too loved to come across such a thought. Apart from all this above, we both share a rapport which he is unaware about. Little does he know, how irrelevant my dignifying judgments are for him.

Promises

No matter how cold I get,
I know you promise to keep me warm.
No matter how old I get,
I know you promise to come along.
No matter how hard I fall,
I know you promise to keep me tall.
No matter where I go,
I know you promise to follow,
And other than all of this,
No matter how much I hate,
I know you promise to love.  

Simply today

There's so much power air holds. I'm flaunting all over its acquaintances. Especially, the weather. It surprises me how soothing it is. For a moment, losing in it is absolute bliss. I can now imagine how Jack and Rose must have felt when they were standing at the bow of the gigantic ship in the middle of nowhere. Totally worth a shot! The added bonus I right now have is music and also when it's Bruno mars, you can't help but put your headphones on and let happiness flow everywhere in you. Ultimately, reality strucks you and you're back in life but this happiness hides deep inside you reminding you how blissful things can be.

Goodbyes

This word holds different meanings in everybody's life. As far as I'm concerned about mine, it's cruel and I'm never ready to say them. With every goodbye lasts a hope to see the other again. Every goodbye is a promise to be kept strongly. While some goodbyes take a part of me only to return it, there are some who take the whole of me and curse to last forever. Imagine Goodbyes lasting forever. How pernicious! For some, it does. The hardships that come then are too hard to handle. Let alone, come out of it. Well, if your goodbye plans to last a lifetime, say hello to your new pal— misery. If not, the ball is in your court and I hope it stays like that.

An instance of thinking

There's so much to think, do, say, love, hate, laugh at or cry for, learn, complain, interpret, manipulate and the like, yet we all keep ourselves stuck to only one of its kind. The kind that fulfils our desires and eventually, calms are famished soul. Step by step, we experience on our own and choose for ourselves. Some experiences do hurt but we learn from them too. Learn things which happiness or its companions cannot promise to teach. You know, the bitter things. Or the real taste of something we're all going through now, life. Furthermore leading us to a path we didn't even know existed though continued to imagine about. Turns out, some things are better left to experience on our own for its value cannot be explained by others. Especially, the ones who have failed to realise it. The lot that denies to admit the importance of such consequences. Consistently enough, our instincts finally put an end to this wandering and that's when, ultimately, everything makes sense.

Busyness

Time travels on its own. None of us take its hand and walk or even brisk walk, for that matter. Especially these days, while everybody is busy and here's me hoping, it's in a right way. Nobody minds the others being busy, irrespective of the fact that they themselves are a part of such a vast loophole. Hence, the ignorance. And hence, its following bliss. Little we do know that our busyness has nothing to do with our business. It's all about something we have no point doing. Well, I think you get it, right? The busyness now lies without a business. Getting that thought straight, I have got to go. I'm busy.

Flowing away!

You and me under the sky,
With the stars waving us “Hi!”,
Nothing barring us from happiness,
While hiding ourselves in a warm embrace,
With love and care flowing in our veins,
There is no way for a “Good bye!”,
Fading away in our thoughts,
We remember the last time we fought,
Laughter and giggles celebrating our path,
Nothing can define its aftermath,
There is no other way,
We'd love to stay,
While we're at gay,
Let's just never walk away!