Beautiful Delusion

AAgain the same feelings passed,

Which were strictly trespassed,

Heart, “how long will u be a kid”?

Demanding everything unlimited!!

Fear of losing something,

Which you don’t even possess,

If it’s given unconditionally,

Why it’s making you obsessed?

If everything was tangible,

Life would be easy to handle,

Wrath/Love like two different bangles,

Stay together yet never entangled.

Similar things happening,

Guilt of not forbearing,

What to trust and what to deny,

Can’t forgive and can’t even cry.

Nothing is said and done,

Things growing in the name of fun.

Come out of illusions,

Don’t jump to conclusions,

At most admire your fate,

If it’s yours it’s never too late.

Okay, let it be……………

Don’t hasten to decision,

Enjoy beauty in delusions.

Let God be your guide,

He loves you when He hides,

So He’s giving enough time,

To make these lines rhyme.

Appearance may deceive,

Dig deeper and perceive.

Don’t fool yourself with lies,

No need to Compromise,

If doing nothing seems wise,

Remember: Life is better otherwise.

For eternity, Only God is your light,

Hold faith, He’ll make it alright.

Sensitive

Sometimes I don’t need big reasons to shed tears, just a little pinch and I am unstoppable. As far as I remember myself, it has always been that way, I could be hurt with a single word (not even a complete sentence). As a kid I was always told that I was morose and I believed it to be true until recently when I discovered ‘you are what you think you are’ and I replaced ‘being morose’ with ‘being sensitive’. I am not sure how many would get it, there are some people with whom we get really comfortable, to the extent that the child in us could dare to reveal itself! What if those people didn’t react to our childlike mannerism and instead termed it childish. It would be like thrashing that child mentally; which would eventually suppress his craving for being cosseted. Probably it was always suppressed, even when this person was actually a child and so he always felt being love deprived no matter how good several other things were. So the probable solution is to train the mind to apprecia…

LoVe Dose

As I always say discovering yourself is the most interesting and exciting thing in the world. After all, we feel everything inside us and when we know what can sparkle us we can try to find it :) !

There is a saying 'Love heals', it definitely does. But, every healer has a recommended dose and unless you are given as much as you need, nothing helps! Recently, I had a brief encounter with an old acquaintance and it somehow clarified (and reminded), how much dose could put me back together.. The little gestures that could carry me away...
That unspoken agreement where you don't need to say everything ! That warmth which comes from being safeguarded. The comfort that is created after being vulnerable and yet not being judged. That extraordinary care where little 'extra' makes the big difference. And not to forget the intelligence , none can deny its charm and the respect it breeds!
The best part of this experience was, it was devoid of any sweet words! Imagine the mag…

Approaching 30...

I had heard that girls are delicate in their teens for they are undergoing physical changes and they need to be handled with care… I am sure I must have felt it too in my teens but then I was too naïve to name so many feelings....
Lately, I think post 25 (near 30 is so heart-breaking even to call) they are even more delicate … There are millions of reasons like if they haven’t found their mates forget soul mates. They also undergo hormonal changes and the fairy tales ending have stretched just too far and doesn’t seem coming true. The charm starts loosening up & is definitely less in comparison to fresh faces from college in their early twenties. The fear of not finding the fellow who could cross the benchmarks already set by their own achievements or care scores of past relationships. The loneliness when your friends are celebrating their anniversaries … or birthday of their kids… Well, I can keep counting such things… So let’s move to the other side of the fence… The separated sin…

Enriching my Odyssey

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