Life as it comes..

Disclosure: This post is plain, straight-forward( that's right, no laces) and every bit about me. There comes a drastic change in your mind and life when you focus only on happiness. Simple thing. You remain happy. And if you are a normal person then at the end of the day ,your ultimate goal in life, whether short term or long term, is to be happy. When you start seeing only the positive, you find yourself spreading laughter everywhere, sending love to one and all and thereby living better. You realize that you have finally come out of the drama queen phase( how much ever you loved being one) and find your mind weighing a lot less than before. You hate something/someone? You find yourself not bothering too much about it and letting it be. You are hurt? You find yourself forgiving easily. You are in a mess? You find yourself working out a solution for it. You love something/someone? You find yourself being extremely grateful for it/them. All in all, you see that every se...

Every Day is a fresh start, a fresh beginning. We have all heard this quote before and tried acting on it as well, but this is practically impossible to achieve unless you are suffering from amnesia. Every day is fresh for sure but still a continuation of your yesterday. Don't you think so? You get up in the morning and start off by picking things you left incomplete the previous day. The song in your playlist plays from the middle. You reply to your friend apologizing for having slept in the middle of a conversation. Now, what if every morning was to actually be a fresh beginning ?? What would you do, if you were informed that your yesterdays are going to be frozen in time and made not accessible once the clock struck 12 ?? So you had a great day, you fall asleep reminiscing about it and you wake up to find it behind a glass cage, totally inaccessible to you. How would you like it?? Well my post ends there, with a question to you. Some may like the thought of it and ...

There it lay, the coffee cup on the table. Hours before brimming with the froth of excitement, now left with a residue of melancholy. It was witness to a conversation filled with love,filled with anxiety,filled with innocent insecurities but now had nobody around to share it with. It was once very warm but now ice-cold ,its warmth fading away as the day got older. As it lay there on the table,it was just a cup now ,unnoticed after the coffee consumed .

I'm sure each of you daily experience some or the other thing which makes you sigh or wonder how unpredictable life is .So much that, when things go as per the plan or schedule it leaves you even more shocked. But you’d be happy when you know that nobody living/surviving/existing is an exception to this aspect of life.   Especially when everyone happen to be part of this vicious social network which can make a celebrity or an outcast out of them in minutes. Leaving aside exceptions like Salman Khan or Jayalalitha who clearly are above the Law. Life certainly is unpredictable for the woman who was married off to a stranger early or at the “right age” according to society norms and now is a daily victim of marital rape. More so after the rejection of repeated pleas to criminalize marital rape. We in India,are so acclimatized to such crimes that we are just one step short from even declaring it a tradition. Life certainly turned unpredictable for the man who owns a c...

There it stood Rock Steady The calmness of an ocean on the exterior God knows covering what rumble inside So impersonal looking yet the most personal space for its inhabitant ! Made of brick or stone or costliest wood is that of value or the priceless life it shelters ? Blocks of house in a row as they stand, acting as milestones of a passing memory ....  

Those stolen glances Towards me, your confident advances In range of my sight yet so far away while my dreams has you in my arms ,lightly sway .. Those beautiful eyes, flames me up with its heat Not wanting to look away when our eyes meet I see you talking to her and then to him Oh how I could in your words for hours just swim As the breeze blows onto your face and messes your hair I almost prepare myself to fight with it for its dare !! In my head is revolving a buzzing bumble bee Could someone just explain what is it thats happening to mee !!

When I first held him in my hands There was placenta & blood stuck to his hair strands Oh! how proud I was to become mother to a baby boy there was no bounds to my new found joy As he was growing up to be a tiny tot I narrated him stories of how for peace & freedom people fought I got him aeroplanes & swords to play for fun little did I know that one day he'd give up his pen to seriously hold a gun As all mothers I had dreamed that my son would become a big man & for society build a steeple but I never accounted that he could go on to head a group of terrorist people I had dreamt of seeing him famous someday & gave away our television after seeing him as a "wanted" that day .. When I first held him in my hands there was placenta and blood struck to his hair strands When I held him today for the last time there was blood stuck to his head along with a bad name There was once no bounds to my happiness for being blessed with a boy...