The Path…

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The dark path or the path towards light… It’s a choice… The path towards light is good, is right…. But the dark path – oh so tempting!

I resist the temptation…. Moment by moment…. A moment resisted is a moment conquered….

Keep resisting… Keep walking…

Keep Walking!

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This journey of life is about finding your “self” or the absence of it. Keeping walking!

Good and bad is a myth. There is only experience. Embrace it. Learn from it. Persevere. Evolve. Keep walking!

A Guide to Harrowing Emotions: Part – II

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1. One is one’s own strength… That’s what this life is all about – finding one’s strength within oneself…
And when one finds it, it is one’s responsibility to nurture it and care for it the way one’s does for one’s own baby…until one day it grows so strong and mature that it is capable of making it’s own decisions, overcoming any tragedy, any mishap, any hurdle and ultimately, help in realizing the future one dreamt of…

2. In every struggle between the brain and the heart, let the brain win every time and you won’t have to regret any decision ever.

Being Stupid…

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How can love be good when it hurts so bad? How can relationships be good when they take away your independence? How can emotions be a virtue and a lack of them inhuman when they cloud your reason, dirty your mind and make everything unsure and uncertain! Free will and free mind are the unique characteristics of being human… An emotional state steals away your humanity! A perfectly logical mind is the utopia of the rational man… You say there’s a hell! I say – Hell yes! An overly emotional person is in the hell of her own making!

Bidding Adieu…

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Never wanted to say goodbye,
Never wished to utter a sad sigh,
Never to find you gone from my side,
Never thought I would be alone on this ride.
 
Seems like it was just yesterday,
We were young and so in love,
Sunny and bright our days and nights,
Laughter filled the space between us.
 
Now the day has grown old, the light’s retreated,
I wonder when fights became our norm,
The lies and accusations grew tenfold,
The hurt in your eyes cut me to the bone!
 
All that was left was the final act,
Of this little play, now the curtain’s dropped.
We make a bow to the empty house,
The dreams shattered, littered piles!
 
And still the goodbye flays me alive,
Knife-edged pain shreds my heart,
I break like a million pieces of glass,
Bloodied, battered – an unrecognizable mass.