Scary mischievous dream…

Last night I dreamt a dream
I don’t know, what can it mean?
That I was a wounded Angel
Guarded by scary strangers
I was like a fallen leaf
Darken eyes and hopeless grief
Soon my eyes filled with mischief
Want to fly away from this sickness
Demon inside long for the freedom
But my inner self waiting for the reason.

This was written for Essence of Reminiscence. Thank you, Priya for the second lovely prompt- Mischiefs And Pranks

Let go…


Let go…
How would your life be different if you learned to let go of things that have already let go of you?

From relationships long gone,
to old grudges, to regrets,
to all the ‘could’ve’ and ‘should’ve,’
to the dead friendships you still hang on to…

Free yourself from the burden
of a past you cannot change.”

-Dr. Steve Maraboli 

Desire to be happy…

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Every one of us desires to be happy. Normally, that is what we seek to achieve. Yet, most people are immersed in some kind of suffering. If at times they do get small instalments of happiness in their lives, it is neither unadulterated nor abiding. Even if one does not seek suffering, it comes as an inevitable outcome of the very manner in which one seeks happiness.

Most seek happiness through the fulfillment of desires, but such fulfillment is never an assured thing. Hence, in the pursuit of desires, one is also unavoidably preparing for the suffering from their non-fulfillment.

Man is subject to sudden moods and impulses. Sometimes he is happy and elated, at other times he is very unhappy and downhearted. His moods change as his desires are fulfilled or frustrated. The satisfaction of some desires yields momentary happiness, but this happiness does not last, and it soon leads to the reaction of depression. His moods subject him to ups and downs and to constant change.

Complete detachment is one of the essential conditions of lasting and true happiness, for he who has a complete detachment no longer creates for himself the suffering which is due to the unending thraldom produced by desires. Desirelessness makes a man firm like a rock. He is neither moved by pleasure nor by sorrow.

Mere desirelessness, however, cannot yield positive happiness, though it protects man from self-created suffering and goes a long way towards making true happiness possible.
True happiness begins when a man learns the art of right adjustment to other persons, and right adjustment involves self-forgetfulness and love.

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You left me broken…

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If you ever really loved me
I said, I’ll let you go
If you understood my feelings
Then you would know it’s not so
If you were less stubborn
And I did care much less
Then we wouldn’t be in this mess
But time has its own twist
Our life is now a part
Even if we never meet again
Our past is not left behind
Is that what you really want
To leave me just hurt
Will that make you happy
I can forget your faults
And accepts you as you are
But why are you throwing stones at me
When I’m just like a falling wall
I wanted you to be happy
And give me some time to heal
My past is not yet over
And it left a scar so real

Love pains….

“I think you still love me, but we can’t escape the fact that I’m not enough for you. I knew this was going to happen. So I’m not blaming you for falling in love with another woman. I’m not angry, either. I should be, but I’m not. I just feel pain. A lot of pain. I thought I could imagine how much this would hurt, but I was wrong.”
― Haruki Murakami

“People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It’s all in how you carry it. That’s what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you’re letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.”
― Jim Morrison

Beauty can be ugly, Ugly can be beautiful…

What is beauty?
There are a thousand definitions of beauty. And there are many degrees of each. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. There is a beauty in sadness. Beauty can be ugly, Ugly can be beautiful.
Once a boy said to a girl, will you still continue this friendship of ours, if you find out that I’m UGLY.
For this, I have a story to share with you all which is very common and most of you have heard or read it somewhere or the other.


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A little duckling was very sad because he thought he was the ugliest amongst all his brothers and sisters. They would not play with him and teased the poor ugly duckling. One day, he saw his reflection in the water and cried, “Nobody likes me. I am so ugly.” He decided to leave home and went far away into the woods.
Deep in the forest, he saw a cottage in which there lived an old woman, her hen, and her cat. The duckling stayed with them for some time, but he was unhappy there and soon left.
When winter set in the poor duckling almost froze to death. A peasant took him home to his wife and children. The poor duckling was terrified of the children and escaped. The ugly duckling spent the winter in a marshy pond.

Finally, spring arrived. One day, the duckling saw a beautiful swan swimming in the pond and fell in love with her. But then he remembered how everyone made fun of him and he bent his head down in shame. When he saw his own reflection in the water, he was astonished. He was not an ugly duckling anymore, but a handsome young swan! Now, he knew why he had looked so different from his brothers and sisters. “They were ducklings, but I was a baby swan!” he said to himself.

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Yes, that’s exactly right. Beauty is not hidden. So guys what are you all waiting for? Do what you feel like doing. Do something which makes you happy. Do something that is purposed for you. And when this happens, your beauty will begin to show. Others will recognize it and be drawn to it. You have allowed your beauty to flow.

YOU are Beautiful my dear friend.