I feel the best when I feel free
The beauty of the bare night sky will always amaze me more than crowded dance bars.
The afternoons I can spend curled up in my couch and reading my favourite books are when I feel the most alive.
The feel of fresh air and the smell of flowers interest me more than the best perfume stores.
A little time with my close ones relieves me more than spending my evenings in front of the screen.
Looking at the waves come and go lets me experience the kind of solitude I would want to live for.
Giving myself the time I need and finding my ways to actualise the real meaning of ‘happy’ for my own self means more than anything to me.
Letting my hair fly free, letting myself get lost in the breeze, I feel like the petals of dandelions rising swiftly in the air.
They provide shelter when you sweat.
They provide wood when you build, write and read.
They provide fruits when you starve.
They are the home to your cattle in rains and storms.
They provide oxygen for you to live.
WE DO NOT HONOUR OR CHERISH THEM BUT THE LEAST WE CAN DO IS LET THEM BREATH. 💚
The past few days have been a little difficult for me. At times, all of us may face situations wherein we feel life’s a complete mess. Everything around seems dull and nothing helps to get out of that feeling.
When you feel you haven’t figured out the uncertainties and have no idea of the path ahead.
But gradually, I realised that it is nothing so much severe and all it takes for us is a little hope and a little time.
Find ways to engage yourselves and stay positive.
To my rescue, I talked with family, friends and loved ones and those conversations are a sure shot for making me feel okay.
I tried to binge on some interesting shows, went for an outing with my cousin and suddenly felt happy.
There are tough times but you will always get through them.
At the end, it’s the simple things in life that matter.
At the end, I continue to stick to what I love the most- I write!
Take some time out,
And ditch all the doubts
Dive into your solitude and pour the gratitude
It is okay to not be fine
Sleep if you want, wake up and run if you wish
Stay untidy like you please or pamper yourself with a spa breeze.
Munch on the veggies or dig in the junk
Read your favourite book or watch your favourite show.
Roam out with your friends or gift your family some time.
For once, let go all the stress and focus on loving yourself
For this canvas is yours to paint on
with all the strokes you please
Each will live a trace
So make sure to practice it with grace
This life is a one time show.
Do not let it go.
There needs to be a time,
When you are more mine
Where i can hold on to it all
Where we don’t have to face this fall
It amazes me how all of it passed
All it took was a breath and a gasp
The laughs I’ve shared here were the loudest
The fears I overcame here were the scariest
The tears I’ve shed here were the thickest
The lessons I’ve learned here will be the biggest
When it all sums up and gives me a lifetime joy
My heart screams ahoy!
No one will say none will scream out loud
But deep down we all know
The heart got lucky enough to stay
Doesn’t have boundaries that compel it to walk away
It stays were it belongs
A part of it will always long
Long for a little more time a little more mine
Maybe a little lifetime.
You are celebrating freedom today and we will be doing the same tomorrow. But deep down, we both know that we still share the same cage that has imprisoned millions of hearts that remain undivided in spite of the borders and the bombs!
I am a different person when I write. Writing for me doesn’t mean jotting down with my pen or merely typing. Writing for me is pouring my thoughts,expressing my feelings. It is like conveying it all to someone I fully trust (though there is no one I really do :P). So I put it all down, giving myself in…striving, crying, laughing and expressing it all. As a famous quote says “there is nothing to writing. you just sit at the typewriter and bleed.” Art never comes from happiness but for me, it surely brings me closer to happiness. When I am done writing, I feel as if I have told it all to someone I really love. I am ‘me’only when I write. May it be pain or in vain. I can’t be the same person all the time. Call me a split personality if you want to but it is actually not possible or even real. If i were to be the same person always, I would never have all the people talking to me. I would be considered as someone out of their senses. But I am a writer and therefore I am not sane. Writing does to me what no one else can. So I can never really be ‘that someone’with you.
feeling weird. Right?
it’s good to give a thought sometimes 😛