Thoughts

 Starting a puzzle that initially just came out of the box is a bit overwhelming and daunting at first sight. The box contains a sea of pieces piled together like a sand pile that we slowly and diligently place together piece by piece in its’ fitting location. With each conversation, each hug, and every kiss; as you get to know someone, every piece comes to naturally fit and begin compliment each other like puzzles. What initially began as a couple of pieces that fit together from first dates gradually culminates with time, and just for a moment the puzzle looked finished.  Heartbreak is when the puzzle looks near complete, yet you suddenly realize that a couple of the pieces are missing. Perhaps they were never in the box in the first place or perhaps they went missing along the way, but the puzzle remains undone. You frantically search the box and the area around you to find the missing pieces, but it becomes a search for something that simply isn’t there. We must come...

Do you know what haunts her? Not the ghost, not the scary witches But the demons inside you Why your hands never rose to comfort her when she cried Why your hands never trembled When you put that pillow on her face Isn't it the same person Whose hand gives life to a lot of lives But then why You turn out to be the monster every night These breeze on my face Making it nostalgic But don't you worry I have no reason to blame you Coz you had your vengeance Still those dark rooms echoes her scream Where you trapped her She thanks you to teach her What it feels when Your soul is ripped off She thanks you to teach her Never to find any happiness in someone else She thanks you to gift her Her chi ldhood

Most of us know how to ride cycle. And of course there are a lot of experiences (mostly bad) that we still remember like how we fall when we lose our balance or if there are any potholes on the road or if we ride the cycle with high speed. But then we stand up and try to pedal our cycle again till we can manage to ride it overcoming all the potholes. This is exactly what happens with us in reality. That cycle is our success, those high speed winds are our foolishness, those potholes are our relationships and pride and those handles of the cycle is our focus. When we ride this cycle on the road which is named as life, we will fall a lot of times but after that fall we should always grab the handle again to ride the cycle untill we fall in the pothole of death. Yes, it is then when the cycle should stop ultimately

For others, it's about weather, the drive , the place, the ambience and the food. But for me, it's always just about the company, the person, the conversation, the laughter, the madness, and the time spent together. For me, it's always about my best fr iend, any place, anytime, anywhere.

One day we will look back, and smile on our past We will thank the people who stayed till the last One day we will be sorry for letting few people down For not keeping our promise, for laughing like a clown One day we will miss our school, our college, our streets We will miss our first cycle, asking for those extra sheets One day trust me oh my friend, our old tired eyes won't cry There will be peace in our soul, before we say a final goodbye #copied #its_relatable_to_everyone

Ran through the path so long That lost the track of everyone around Nevertheless no-one became An obstinacy That lately decided to walk Instead of running to chase And that brought all the changes When found the best company In her SHADOW

You will be the fragrance of the roses That couldn't be touch But will be written in various clauses And will earn pleasure in reading much I want to fly Yet, couldn't find any way To say hi to you Or to say goodbye to thou Since you and I are two But I am known by you I am rippling sound of brook That will forbid you from being sad I can sense the grief in your heart Nevertheless I will be your peace You are my destiny My renowned history I want you so desperately But your address is a terrifying maze Since you and I are two But I am known by you Ask yourself what you are Are you "THE ONE" I knew Or have become someone's picture I've been your soul But now I've lost my way Give me your song Keeping me dancing prolong Since you and I are two But I am known by you...... ~~~ I always found a new meaning in this....

There is always a Happy ending of everything It just that happiness comes When you finally realise it was a mistake And take an oath to not repeat it Yes, that is a happy ending

Let's walk into the battlefield Kill them with our move A battle against those stereotypes Where you get your dreams When you win Going to temple Doesn't mean he has a good heart Having tattoo and piercing Doesn't make him a bad person Do you know what makes him that? THE SOCIETY If she is wearing a short skirt Of course she is a slut If she is asking guys out Oh my god, she is a whore Do you know what makes her that? THE SOCIETY If he rapped a girl Maybe the girl provoked him If the husband cheats his wife Then the one with whom he is cheating is a bitch But hey hey the husband is innocent Yes, That's what a society is And so are there stereotypes and So called believes Let's just take a move to Think in the other way The way which is actually logical to think A society where there is no theory For all situations But just can judge the situation By just knowing it. And then we can say it as OUR SOCIETY

Few minutes back, the news came "she is no more". She was a cancer patient. A daughter, a wife, a mother and most importantly a woman. She was strong, really strong, she didn't shed a tear whenever: * She saw her dad bribing her husband to take the burden of his daughter * She saw her husband using all the money for his alcohols and cigarettes and not a single penny for her life taking disease * She saw her daughter in law not even touching her because she was suffering from such a fatal disease (you can consider her to be uneducated) Well, she is not here anymore. Even in her last moment, she told that she wish she could have done something for her family. SHE did everything for her family. SHE was the daughter who was sitting beside her dad's and took care of her in those every single nights when he was sick. SHE was the wife who listened to whatever her husband said and thought his words to be the only truth that exist in this world. And fulfilling hi...

I am sure when eyes are closed, we all experience a darkness. So, basically the first colour I knew is black. Slowly, there always a connection I felt with that colour. It seems so amazing. I could see that colour "black" giving an amazing finish to my most of the pastel paintings. And most importantly it gives an amazing finish to every moment especially something which can be said as my so call ed "secret" . Well, somewhere I felt an incredible Black crepe around me because of which my all of the scars get hidden. And it's very funny that my sweetheart mom thinks that it is not cool to have everything black in colour as my wardrobe is full of black colour stuffs, be it my dress, my bracelet, any accessories, whole things. She thinks it is like dooming my luck. Honestly, I don't believe in luck but in destiny. And that destiny will bring everything that gonna happen in either way. So at this eleventh hour, just wanna say, I don't regret about ...

Am I sad? No, but maybe, I am not too happy as well. Something is missing. I can feel that. There is a part of me that wants me to cry, maybe, but I am not sure. I mean cry about what exactly? I want to be alone, but then, I want someone to rescue me as well. I feel sleepless at night, staring at my phone but then I message no one. I don't know why. I am scared of facing something, scared of some answers and scared of the truth. Am I depressed? I don't know maybe. But I am a mess for sure, and it gets scary , at times. But this is not the worst. Do you know what is the worst of all? I always have to smile and be happy

Everyone has a destiny, well I am no different. I don't know where is it taking me Am I on the right track? I don't know either Maybe things changed to start something new somewhere Or maybe to start the old thing in a new way Someone told me once "How can you explain something which you don't understand by yourself" Well ya , that's so true that how can I explain you something which I don't understand It's hard to explain that ache inside that makes you sit somewhere and be lost in those times or those moments which you always want to cherish even though that person left you, well I am no different. I don't know if I deserve you or not, I don't know anything, I don't even know do I deserve those words which stabbed me in every single way. I don't know maybe you are right that you deserve better than me. But why am I still wearing the chain you gave me? Why do I still think like "this fight will end soon just like t...

When people walk away from you, let them go, your destiny is never Tied to anyone who leaves you and It doesn't mean they are bad people It's just that there part in your story is OVER

When in those days that girl was trapped in that world where everything was so confusing. Everyone was so fake, such hypocrites, and she was lost in that world where she had a lot of questions and she found answers in everyone whom she met. But do you think it was so easy for her? Of course not, her soul was ripped and tore apart by every single person she tried to find answers in. Every s ingle p erson.... And she was hoping a place .... The safest place where every single child is found, her dad's arm. That dad who could have took her for a walk by taking her in his shoulder That dad who could have helped her learn cycling And wipped her tears when she will be hurt emotionally or physically But....... . . . . ..... She walked alone in those woods not in anyone's shoulder ..... She fell a lot of times and got alot of scars while learning cycling , some healed, some still hurts but all alone ..... She did cry alot , well she do cry now too, and a best company...

Maturity is when you realise that Your career is more important than your relationships        AND Your best friend is more important than your temporary GF/BF . . . . . . I am happy and free now with my constant best friends珞珞珞

In those dreadful nights when my pillow seems the best company to wipe my tears, something alot amazing happened. I started giving it a shape , everything into some colours or some music, and those ominous moments were just wiped away so soon that I couldn't even figure out that was I even through it. So here I am giving sometime to thank my "Blog" for letting me write whatever I feel "Painting" for letting all the colours flow and just be an amazing maze to be lost in "Music" for letting me ignore all the unwanted person and thoughts of them So thankyou so much my CONSTANTS

The colour of destruction and of love. Also a colour for which a woman is described as IMPURE....

That call lasted for few seconds. But it made me realise that I will get over you sooner than you can get over me Not because I loved you less than you loved me (if you ever did) . . . . . . But I hate you now more than you can hate me P.s. All the very best with your deserving girl

It's the beginning of a year. People wants to start new but why do I want to go on with the old thing. But I can't because I just framed every single moment with you. I know you are afraid to get hurt but babe do you know what I am afraid of.... Not that you will hurt me but There is someone else whose comfort you want-- I felt that I am afraid to see someone else with you..... You are mine , so I will accept all you give me Be it your love, be it your stabbing words Whatsoever But, I won't share one thing That's you And I felt that I want it to work because I wanna do the best ending of a year and best start of a year by being really close to your heart But I am afraid to share you with any