If you are happy with what you have,
If you are content with your life.
If you can meet your eyes in the mirror.
If regrets do not keep you awake at night.
If you are not paying for your mistakes every day.
If you are better than ppl around you.
Then be grateful.
Appreciate what you have.
Enjoy when you can.
Sometimes a stranger can make you feel connected in a way noone else has ever done. Love for me is that connection. Love for me is that understanding when you silently communicate through your eyes. When you are one step ahead of each other in taking care of each other.
In love we often say things about the sun, the moon the stars, the heart, and many other things but all pretentious nothing matches to reality, “I will pluck star from the sky for u” might be a metaphor for “I’l do anything for you.” But “sun dies everyday to let moon breath” is nothing but downright insult to the person’s knowledge of the universe. So Whosoever wanna say “I’l take all the pain just to see you smile” should find a better metaphor. Actually don’t. Nobody needs to hear delusional statements, say it as it is. Call a spade a spade. Address flaws, say what you want. Loud and clear. Love isn’t perfect, you are not either and Nothing is. So why bother?
People tend to act, say, react stupidly in love. But the problem isn’t falling in love, the problem is giving it your own definition. Love cannot be defined through words but most ppl try it and what comes out is all wrong. You just have to feel it and the spark in your eyes, the smile on your face, the giddiness in your actions will convey.
The more you look for the reason the more you will end up in confusion. The more you run for perfection the farther you will get from it. Love is the most beautiful feeling in the world. Love is
Can you hear your world falling apart? Crashing at your feet? No? Of course not. It doesn’t make soundDoes it? Its a piercing silence. Unnerving stillness. You look around, blinking, you wanna run, shout warnings but you can’t, Trapped in your own mind. Okay from outside, crumbling inside.
Crying, sobbing in darkness until its all numb. As if you are dead on feets. You can feel it all, but can you do something to stop it? To save it? To just pause it? No but you are freezing aren’t you? Freezing naked in the cold. Oh, don’t you wish to be burnt in hell instead? Not happening. Is there someone with a warm piece of cloth? Anyone? No.
Of course not. Noone can see you. As if you are invisible but you are not. You are just another faceless nobody, a part of the sulking crowd.
Dying with every passing day, with pain
And all is in you and you are the reason of all.
Don’t you wish to just die. In one blink? Going to sleep and never waking up?
Except that’s not what happens, not that easy. No no..
You die every day, every minute every second.
A teensy bit of death.
And it all happens silently
Because its all in your head.
It was a vivid dreamOf morning hours
He came in
With a key of my life.
He offered me
But didn’t let go.
I followed him
Out in a meadow.
He said- I know you wish to fly
Have it your way you will be soaring in the sky
But your shoulder is burdened
With weights of the life
You can’t just cut them off with a knife.
Every person you love
Every pain you feel
Every person you care
Every wound you heal
Bound you to earth
Substitutes for your dearth
And my love
I can’t give you
A key to your life
But i must not forget
To tell you that if you can find Happiness within you
Then it will suffice.