Lady of the Night

Covered with unknown beauty

Laid in never heard of wealth

Who are you? O lady of the night!

To whom does your heart belong?

On whom is your heart set on

Of this world or the next

To whom do you owe your fallen beauty to?

Do you rise as the falcon or swim like the salmon?

Into the day or into the night

To where does your life enfold to

Have you set your heart on none?

Or the one you loved, stolen from your arms

Do you belong to none? Or to all?

Your beauty never fading...

Frozen between lines of the past

Mingled with the grains of today

Whom do you owe your beauty to?

Why do you walk the night alone?

As though searching for a lost soul

Did he do you right or did he do you wrong?

That your heart never forgave nor forgot

The wholeness robbed from you.

Never Let go

Silence drowned by reality

Life minced with sorrow

How I yearn to know?

How I long to learn?

The truth that moves reality

Hidden behind the clouds of silence

Are you the one in shining glory?

Or, the one who shimmers in love

Do you know the one who twinkles in the night sky?

Will the truth reveal you?

Will you show your light 

I don’t know who you are or what you are

But I yearn for your presence

With every inch of my being

Your serenity shone bright

Your love gleamed with the warmth of life

I still don’t know who you are

Your name is all I possess

Till I hear you

Till I see you

Till I feel you

I search, I search with longing

I search, hoping

I search, wandering

For the day I hold you in my arms

To never loose, to never let go

The Veil

Life behind the veil I see,

Life through those eyes, I see

Perspective different in every glance

Beauty that can never be hidden

By the veil of black

Crimson in her vision,

Through that grim veil

Yet covered and hovered by tradition

Traditions that couldn’t be laid down

Freedom she longed for

Suppressed by the very tribe that bore her, that she bore

Open fields of freedom, denied for bondage and work

In fields of Gold

For love even given, a dime never returned

For work ever done; no reward

Fruitful lives made null

Behind four walls of slavery

Lonliness

I gave up life for a dream

I gave up reality for fantasy

To realize, they were one and the same

I traded life for a chance

A chance to shoot blank

I let love pass, I let it through

I saw it walk through my door

No remorse

So I stay, staring at the void you created

At the loneliness I melted into shape

Love Is it?

There’s enough reason for you to hate me

And enough reason for me to love you

Yet it could never come true

Yet the truth could never turn to lies

And the lies into truth

Love enough to hate, hate enough to love

The balance between love and hate

And yet destiny travelling parallel roads

Your love could never tame that soul

A soul so ruthless, yet you cared

Still, for a closed door, a heart open

One could never have understood those ways

Blown away by time, yet time and again reminding

What it is to stay in love, to stay in hate

Never could it be dissolved

Never could it be separated

An answer to a never certain question

A question to a never ending love

Where does it end?

Where does it stop?

An unrequited love, but still a want, that never ceased.

Flames of hunger, burning bright

Consuming vines of desire

Igniting that which remained hidden

Like a puzzle hidden

The fire in her eyes bore

The mystery of imagination

Her voice, echoed determination

Of achieving the impossible

Her fingers wove the magic of dreams

Unleashing the dusk of that which

Remained hidden to civilization

Rain

Why is that I don't hear you anymore?
My heart and soul seems void of the music you once sang
I look out the window, searching the same landscape
To find a trace of black, a glimpse of you

But all I see, a clean slate
Do you not see how I long to immerse, in the showers, of the elixir of life
Does your ears not hear my heart throb, to hear those drops immersing into the earth

I remember those days drenched in you
Walking down the streets, splashing puddles
As though the years went back in time
A cover so meaningless then

A whimper it might be to you, joy to me
Come back again next year
I'll be waiting for that time to drench in your snivels
Ironic how a whimper meets joy

Walls to tear down

Do you know I stand behind these walls
Waiting for the doors to be flung open
To the day of liberation, from bonds unseen
Trapped within four walls built by human hand
Weary as they might be, still strong to build bonds

What am I waiting for??
I have hands, bare as they might be
I still can pull one stone a time
To crumble those walls, that between me and the light
One word still was needed to spark the will to pull down.

Why dependent on a voice for help, to break the spell
The one inside, the soul unlocked is mightier than anything else
I will pull them down, walls
With bare hands for the will that rests has awakened

Rhythm of life

Awakened by warmth
Let down by love
The heart still sways to the sound of music
It still alightens to the slightest of sounds
Though down in the dust
Beaten by the wind
The soul still longs
The heart still thirsts for the rhythm of the beat

Hidden in the chime of the wind
Naked as the fluttering bird
Every movement awakens the rhythm of life

Beauty awakened at the sway of stems,
To the beat of the wind
Every inch of being moving towards the rhythm of life
Sound, music, rhythm, they all resound life
The joy they possess

To the one who's heart is attentive
To the one who could never be beaten.

Green

The transition condescending on me,
The fact it wasn't a city no more
I waded into the heart of green
Feeling cheerfulness in a way I had not recognized before 
The hills greeted one with glorious majesty.
And the green soothened the eyes 
Fields of paddy so green as far as the eye could see, 
melted the melancholy of the soul
The lone crane carrying the pride of ownership of the lands
Reminded one of the respect held for an ecosystem 
Life so light yet so full
Greeted me with a symphony from of old..

And all that in me resounded home.

Trans and Cry

The sky fell into a trans..
Clouds turned into a dark trail of outbursts of cries from of old
The lightning came not as the gift of light, but that of fury from up above
Thunder resounded the mistakes of old aloud 
All one could do is stand and watch
This too shall pass, a voice was heard looking like a rainbow 
A voice that could not calm the rage
But truly brought reason into outrage 
And when it did pass and the stillness of nature hailed 
One could just not wonder
Was the rage of nature worth waiting for?
It still remains beyond comprehension why again one awaits the arrival of the thunder storm 
just to see the rainbow

Sense it seems

Sense seems so far away, when rationality leaves

Life seems so unmistakable when all is well

And then the days come tumbling down and nights seem distant

And all is you see is the shadow of light fleeting away, in the distance of life gone by

Time heals they say, but the audacity of words kill

It seems to me so hard, to comprehend the tenderness once possessed

can be turned into a fiery grave

Don't awaken the hurts of life by faded memories,

The very essence of happiness they once gave can tear you apart for the love you hold

Is that memory dear as you think it is or is just the shadow which lingers

Closed by deary nights

Hope they never pass away.

Unfinished :)

It was as though I had come a long way from what I called  civilization, its funny how everything in life is relative, words, thoughts etc. I just realized everything I know, things to be are all just relative.

Seated at the window seat on a bus bound home, I stared in awe outside the window, with my heart leaping with joy for the beauty my eyes beheld. A new found love to the place I was born birthed in me. I had quiet forgotten how beautiful this place was, I guess I was too involved with hustle and bustle of life I forgot for a very long time in life to stare, to stare at the beauty which this place offered.

The trees looked like they had been here forever, grandfather trees is what I would  call them, so tall that they block the heavy rays of the sun and all that could be seen and felt was the subtle warming rays, there was so much green, so much soothing balm to the eyes as well as any heart bruised by the pain and hurts of the city.

The water just flowed next to them, it was neither a river or a lake, it couldn't be called a brook either, the name was too sophisticated. It was just soothing balm flowing through a land which needed none, colorless but sparkling and flowing to a land that might need them, for them who would need the elixir of life. I saw the fields in a distance, like most poets say the paddy they were swaying in the gentle breeze of the morning. They swayed centuries ago, still swaying and will always sway to the rhythm of the wind. All that my mind could comprehend was those effortless, carefree days of my childhood when green was all I knew, beauty was all that I saw, tender warmth and affection was all I felt, when life was not a dread of routine but of enjoying the simple pleasures of life, of being with two faces who manifested love in my life. Wherever they are or whatever they are doing somehow I felt they were happy when my heart leapt at the sight of beauty and they realized that the time we spent together could be never lost.

The sight of houses marveled by imagination, they were neither villas or bungalows but they possessed a radiance even though just bricks something I had not seen in ages, I saw neatly washed clothes out to dry, life not that bashful but softness wrapped around. I just couldn't get my mind to understand how did I miss all this.

Out the window I saw a lone hill in the distance, the hill as such not visible because they were covered with trees and boulders, reminding one the majesty this land possessed. I felt the hill like giants, who midgets hide under their shadow, this hill somehow hid rather a lot of us from blazing heat so that it was just enough to enjoy the soothing shadow.

From the land of malls, all I found here were a small room with the bare necessities and strangely it puzzled me how did anyone could survive without variety in life, but the strangest fact was people do survive, I did but then it wasn't survival it was the celebration of life and contentment  

Sereneness

This is the story of meeting serenity in the most unlike of circumstances. Beauty drawn from within, incomparable to vanity though more attractive and flamboyant, the irony of life prevails.

Such is the existence of the human race.

Life by the mountain side, the luscious green as far as the eye can see, the sun’s rays sparkling through the thick green, as though ornamented by a diamond necklace from above, streams flowing down the mountain resembling tiny pieces of mirrors sparkling in the sun. Shack by the stream side, shadowed from the sun by the mountain line, dewdrops still resting on the shrubs and the  smell of dying coal keeping the shack warm, chimney puffing its last breath as the sun creeps out from behind the mountain, that  eternal source of heat.

The wooden planks beneath his feet creaked, the kettle whistled, the smell of coffee intoxicated his nostrils with the sense of a bright new morning. Stepping from the warmth of his shack into the gentle mist and wet grass, he longed for the presence of a living being to commune with, though he never lacked silent creatures for company. Their silence meaning more than a million empty words he'd heard in the metropolis, though never missing its vanity all he wished for was a companion whose presence would comfort the silence of mountains.

The roads crowded with people marching silently but steadily back after a day's work amidst the burden of travel in overcrowded buses of an ever growing but never ceasing economy was gruesome.

A lone one walked the dimmed streets careful not to trip on the unpaved paths of the cosmopolitan; she walked past the hustle and bustle concentrating on reaching the destination as soon as possible or used these days as ASAP. Lost in a world, imagination taken over with no significant human presence in an ever crowded society, moving unnoticed, loneliness lurked the inmost of her soul. 

Resting his eyes to the early morning light, thoughts wandered, the stillness of night left his soul, as the engine roars in the background for any machine his thoughts worked inwardly causing his soul to groan for reasons which his conscious mind had forgotten as time crept by. His thoughts faded into sleep, dreams took hold, driving amidst the hustle and bustle, hurrying towards the destination passing by faces which bore age greater than reality, silence and dullness prevailed but for the occasional loud noises that resounded in the background. Out the window the only scenery was that of ruins and occasional make shift shelters, nothing moved the stillness of mind, a large noise startled but still in control he tried to steer his heavy duty vehicle out of harm’s way one more noise and shards of glass were strewn all around, ‘red’ the color prevailed. Woken by gasps for air, sweat dropping off his brow, he stilled himself the way he was taught to and moved on with the rest of the day

Thoughts crammed her mind about him, that serene face she had seen but never forgotten that one time in the darkness of the street where she saw him dropping off a friend she wondered who that girl was, family or friend or was she something more than a friend. She didn’t know much but what she knew was the man possessed a certain sereneness which she longed for. A glance and his aura spread to everyone who met him, hair combed back, eyes perfect with stillness, strong jawed. 

260 kilometers from his safe nestle, the city life brought some kind of chaotic music back into his life. He roamed the city with little less of a map or a mind, neither the lotus temple nor the tomb of one of the Mughals enthralled him. Dawn turned noon, noon turned dusk and twilight prevailed and people slowly moved back into their own little dens. The lone walked swiftly, suddenly the swiftness turned into amazement as she saw the same aura once again, she saw him standing there with no clue as to where to turn to, still composed still serene, one would think a mind with such calmness is worth envy, but none would dare to think that still waters run deep. A strange urge captured her to go say, “what is the secret of your calm face?” he recognized her from few years back the same inquisitive curious eyes which met his on an evening like this with a million questions buzzing through her mind not knowing how to prioritize or ask them. Her eyes beamed with childlike charm which made him want to introduce himself.

On a road he’d hardly travelled, to a stranger in the midst of a million other strangers would a Hi count would a name make a difference or would it be just another scam? Eyes fixed on each other, passing each other by they could not but wonder if sereneness would bring life into the lonesome and the child like beam bring company to the grim.

Rains :)

Staring into the wide open space from behind a glass box, thoughts wandered far away, immersing one in a world beyond which the eyes met. The sky was brightly illuminated by the sun glowing far and wide clouds scattered itself along the horizon, silver lining looked its best. The time had come for rains to set in, but they never came, the flora, the fauna, everything that moved, and everything that lived except that one which walked on two legs.

Who could blame the two legged species, the rains set in and water overflowed everywhere hindering their ways to and from their destinations, for those who lived in those concrete jungles, but for those who lived amongst the green, rain was always welcome for it always brought life its way as long as it did not cross nature’s limits.  Sprouts are always beautiful to the eye who knows to behold beauty at its simplest. The young ones made little boats which sailed every puddle by, the older generation praising God for his goodness in making the fruit of the soil grow, giving food to the living.

Noon passed by when a dark cloud came, just dark not furious with wrath, a cloud which carried gentleness to be showered down on the earth. The sky darkened and the heaven’s opened to pour out rain in its season, the earth smiled at the thought of being watered and it rained.

From behind the glass, all that the eye could see, was water being showered over green and concrete making no difference to either. The dusty leaves came back to life with a new aura which summer had hidden. The life of the monsoons bloomed in the fraction of a second, a new era in the ever cycling world of seasons.

The earth was full and the heavens closed up, the gentle breeze moved the clouds away giving way for the sun to caress the earth again. A few droplets declined to leave the atmosphere as to spray the rays into beautiful colors, a sight one’s eyes could not take off.

As dusk set in, the glass turned opaque closing the only window to the outer world, that of beauty and beast and all that was left was one’s own reflection, the only constant from where we learn to draw life’s beauty.

To a, Hell of a ride

Suffocated by the absence of living things, overwhelmed by the presence of too many of them though caught up in two different worlds separated by differences not comprehended by the average mind, Lorel & Hardy set out on a crib hunt 


 Captured by the imagination of privacy but not intimidated by loneliness the journey began, the first day of crib hunt ended up in seeing a place bigger than the pocket size and meeting an old couple who for some reason wanted to protect them beyond comprehension though asked for none. To counter disappointment the day ended feasting on things they don’t remember.
Desperateness made them end up in a place which was plagued by creatures of different species.


 Like children let out into the playground from a classroom, the journey began with excitement in everything they saw or touched. Even the glow in the dark stars on the ceiling made their hearts leap for joy that sleep evaded their eyes. 


 The excitement slowly died down and the creatures made their lives peril some that the door seemed so far away for fear of being mauled and the stench made their noses explode. Every morning Lorel & Hardy toiled to reach the door playing hide and seek with everything which moved and an air freshener in hand to avoid the stench. Though the excitement faded sleep still evaded, giving a glimpse of sweet rest in the wee hours of the morning. Every morning it was the same routine of rushing and pushing each other to make it on time. 


 The journey was even more peril some for the two owing to a wrecked shoulder and a destroyed knee respective to both preventing both from carrying their livelihoods up and down hill. One got robbed the other fell in ditches with the only silver lining of a few superheroes in their lives saving them from a thieves or from tiny creatures threatening to displace them from their cribs.


 In the midst of all of this their sole soul mate who never left their sides was the ‘joy of freedom’, freedom to choose. Companionship meant different now. Though two people may drive each other crazy, every minute is the making of crazy memories made to laugh or cry for a lifetime. Thought time and space separates the two they still cling to those memories where every minute was uncertainty to the certainty they hold now. 


Ever given a chance to relive it?? Anytime a yeah!!

Black Pearl

Differentiated by beauty
Always a stranger to appreciation
Caste aside by its own for what the world calls "normal"
Beautiful.. yet undiscovered
What fault where she under.... that none noticed
Beauty which never could be hidden
Such was the life preserved.....

Rare, fine, admirable, and valuable they are called..
All formed of the same effluence...
Moving in a never ending loop...
Transforming the soft living being into the hard, beautiful pearl...
Object of beauty ....
White as the Pearl, the saying went..

What about them... the other colors..
were they to vanquish into the dust...
were they to slowly move into the ashes,
though they could never be burnt...
There is more to sayings than we know it
more to this world than what normality dictates....

Open one self to the mysteries never seen never told..
and realize the beauty of it all...

Confined within four walls during the monsoons..... in coconut land :)

Confined within four walls.

Under normal circumstances, work gets over and my day starts.... yipeeeeee eat some exotic food, since a fire extinguisher would be required close, due to my awesome culinary skills....a nice thoughtful walk back home, continued by a movie marathon or finishing a book... sleep extra late wake up extra late and then its all a blur until I reach office, usually later than my normal timings... then ur brain just goes KABOOM... u turn into just another machine out there.. until food wakes you up.. so basically food is what drives you.... and then tea time... Basically there was something to drive me..either being a machine, food or crazy company.

At home, there'z a routine not that i keep it all the time, but yeah you abide by the rules... even though you don't follow it right to the square. But then its the monsoon out here... rainy seasons at times get you depressed because you are confined within four walls... ye it is the depressing season.... and the fact that you have nothing to drive you doesn't help either.... but then every coin has 2 faces... so sitting with a steaming cup of coffee which mom brought and gave.....snuggled on the couch in my favorite blankie staring outta the window... with a shelf of books at my hands reach... and the remote of the TV, food being brought to my hand ... with all the things i love at hands reach.....out the window i can see big drops of water pouring down the dark sky..on little kids with colorful umbrellas running through the puddles.... the elders trying to control the kids splashing and dirtying the new school uniforms... the hustle and bustle of the vehicles...the trees with a new aura, the rain washing the dust away.. swaying to the rock n roll of the wind ..... the mangoes which still lasted from the summer season.... falling with like thuds of thunder.... and lightning brushing beautiful streaks through the dark sky.... and me just watching all this in peace.....no rush no hurry just peace..

But then the other side of coin pops up

The world around me is moving and I am just still .. almost as if my world just switched off.. staring into others..... enjoying the scene next to me but depressed that I just switched off mine.......

But then you hear a familiar voice saying, common you've got things to finish, move "sleeping beauty".. you realize your life is just on pause.. not switched off.. so.. time to get onto the play button ;) till then its rest.. enjoyyyyment... hehe

Its nice a coin has 2 faces... or otherwise ud be ye in a mess.. as long there are 2 faces... its cool

Christmas Eve

Id appreciate days when Christmas eve was spend in a nice and quiet way, lingering with the x'mas decorations, enjoying the aroma of cakes in the oven wanting to have some of mom's x'mas special wine she saves for after church, the lousy part of getting the house in order for x'mas....being around the family most importantly. This is one tradition which never changed in my life for the past 22 years, everyone of my X'mas memories surround my family.

This year my favorite tradition had a stopping point, I was stuck in the big city with no family around for Christmas, I was supposed to be on a bus on x'mas eve and spend the day at the office... thankfully work hours was different than usual on the 24th, we were having a nice team lunch and a bowling game..... all of us from our team .....

Cribbing has never been alien to me and tradition breaking Christmas isn't exactly something which was going to ease the lunatic thoughts running through my brain
Well like planned earlier than usual I forced myself out to go for the bowling game planned.... since I really didn't have any buddies but just colleagues it wasn't fun exactly like always, so went there bowled a few and soon enough I was at the heights of boredom.

Thankfully I met someone who qualified closely as a friend, someone who sits in the next cubicle .... you know someone you say a hi and bye to under normal circumstances
Of the professional world I belonged to, she was the only with a pinch of wit in her so we went to this fancy restaurant in the middle of the city.. pretty nice place .. like always desserts were my first choice, but since in a professional crowd I stuck to normal etiquettes of adult life ... there was white wine available which normally wasn't on my list of beverages. Me and my hi-bye friend tried a bit of it ignoring the good girls who thought white wine wasn't good for their good girl image .........

Yuvraj Singh was there having lunch with his yoga teacher, the moment the crowd realized he was there, everyone went hustle-bustle for pictures with him, never was a cricket fan, his presence made no difference to me ...
Still was curious about the x'mas tree they had .. it was Christmas after all...

So with my adventure done with the professionals and my with my house keys shipped off to some strange land.. and with a bus to catch ... I had to find my keys with the help of a mobile phone, however i managed to traverse strange lands to get my house key, and before I knew it, I was home but ye unknown water traversing did pizz me off... packing my bags seemed a tedious job and finally I surrendered to my faithful companion sleep.. though I was woken by an alarm of 'did i miss my bus' syndrome...

Since my nieghbour was going to the bus stop which was in the area that I had to board too.. had a friend to tag along... the place was so full of people than usual, made me realize the magnitude of travel on an auspicious eve... well as eager I was to board the bus, the bus seemed to take ever to come and was 2 and half hours late.....

Having a lot of baggage which included mine and a friend of mine's, and at last they said the bus had come .... apparently there had to be a switch 39 kms from Bangalore and the bus in which I had to travel 39 kms looked a rut with strange people in it.... yes I was freaked but thankfully I had a friend by then, he was going to Cochin on vacation, cute fella :) I met him at the travels, and then he disappeared to see him when we were boarding the half working bus.... he was a very inquisitive one .. but his questions did intrigue me .. it did keep my mind off the half wrecked bus ..it was sad when he slept off half way through .... the 8 year old was awfully exhausted.... he made a good buddy though.... too bad I didn't get to say goodbye, the poor chap was too tiered to wake up ....

Well it was back to being spooked again.... so I told my friend who booked me the ticket no sleep until i sleep ... it was pretty nice keeping people from sleep and bugging them....

and finally after two hours in the wrecked bus.. I finally switched to a decent bus
nevertheless for the bomb I paid, I still stay the bus was a wreck.... the seats were crampy the temperature was so low that it was freezing no blankets nor there were leg rests......

I forgot my lousy journey and all that accompanied it when I saw my dad waiting for me, though I was tiered and sleepy, everything just disappeared in my dad's hug .. all I knew was that I was happy being home and just saying 'Merry Christmas'

Now we are free

Technically morning at the office or in terms of the Indian Standard Time noon at office is boring unless your tail is on fire that you hardly notice time passing by, music is one way to ease your nerves either when its on fire or lazily whiling away time.
Listening to one of my favourite tracks Now we are free-Enya, the gladiator theme song, to now I don't know which language it is in. In an effort to understand the ramblings I always loved listening to.. I checked the lyrics out, apparently it is about freedom, well what was I to expect I kissed a girl and hope my boyfriend didnt mind it(katie perry) or the club cant handle me(usher), well thats what you expect if dont catch up on sleep proper your mind wanders places you've no clue off..
This is part of the lyrics which caught my imagination

We regret our sins
but we sew our own fate and
under my face I remain feeble
under my face I smile
even alone/afraid
under my face I will be waiting
Run with me now soldier of Rome
Run and play in the fields with ponies

I still dont understand how we all come to the conclusion that what we did was bad(At times), whichever scale we are measuring on(religious scale/concious/free mind etc) we know that we follow a particular scale but only after we do what we do, FLASH.. we did wrong and regret seems to be a constant quotient, to which we react differently some have reminders and some just leave a zero behind to hurt or not to hurt.

And then we start sewing our own fate in regret, thinking its all bad just becuase of regret, when fate is not something hard cored into our lives, fate is a result of our choices in life and to make life easier there are just two choices in life Yes or No.. being that easy we scramble in choosing our own choices and sometimes finding it hard even to stick to the choices we made and then in between there we are complaining about others making decisions for you...

In all right and non-regretful choices of life we still are feeble in way even we are not aware of, however strong we might think we might be.
we have to smile like it or not...... even when we are strong and even when we are alone and afraid, waiting for the charming young prince to sweep you off your fate
(For guys I dont know what equals a charming young price, to sweep you off all your troubles). The point here is for someone or something to just get you off where you are and take you some place happy, and at times there are people/stuff to help you out of the pithole still you wait just because of you lovely companion confusion...
and still dream for something like the soldiers of Rome to run with you, like they have no better work to do... or to run with the ponies.. like humans were fast enough on thier feet to race ponies....
and give lame excuses like this is not what people/person wanted in life, like you knew better what was better for them... when you dont know what is better for you...
but still they will be part of life rather in every step you take...and hope life treats them kind.. and hope they will have all they dreamed off.. wishing them joy and above all this wishing them luck...


Life is not always about US or I its about others too... I dont know how often it is I or others though.. so need to be careful about choices..... regretting our own sin hurts bad enough.. but when it hurts others.. its even worse....So careful choices, atleast the effort to.. then we can say Now we are free....

"Im in my own little world But people up here know me"

"Im in my own little world
But people up here know me"

Though I freeze while going shopping, by the big shops, more than requirement, around you, too much to choose. I saw it and picked it up, because I knew that was so me....And obviously people who saw that, went ye so u..

But when it comes to life choices, why is it so hard to just go and get things what you want. Even when I froze in a shop, I knew what was for me in there... and ye I would always pick a shop where which fits my pocket and my choice, so in my boundaries I picked what I wanted..... But in life though I limit myself to circumstances and people similar to me, why is it so hard to just go after what I want...to speak, to do, to have and to cherish.

I guess I forgot one thing, in a shop, the things I go pick up are lifeless, but life choices involve people who are just like you, who have reflexes, emotions and an own mind. When two people have to make decisions on a same thing, wave lenghts dont match and its not as simple as inanimate objects.

But though life choices and outcomes may not always be as you want it to be, it doesnt stop it from moving on, crumbling into a shell never works, isolation is a disaster, but being with people who know you makes things different, you see something you dont see when you are in your shell, options knowing if one doesnt work out, there are a lot of options out there.

Working your head off in office might not be a new thing, but even in that mess, life teaches you to take a break, playing cricket with a 20cm bat and smiley ball, this wouldnt happen if you get stuck in a shell. Even when it hurts looking at things, to smile reminding yourself of options ,is hard, but it shows that you have overcome your weakness.. and you give that sarcastic smile to let it know, your not the end of life.

It doesnt come overnight but in the process of growing up!!
It may hurt, but its life and you will enjoy it, and that makes life a bliss :)

This is my little world too!! it works my way too