Daydreams

“Write when the happiness strikes.” I have more than often used this line to describe my inspiration to write. I don’t know why but writing just humbles me down when I am brimming with overflowing emotions. Like it is the storehouse for all the excess things I am feeling and can’t handle. I am always thankful that I discovered this channel to release so much pressure I unnecessarily build upon myself. Maybe it is the pressure that expectations create when happiness strikes the door. Expectations to be even happier in the future. Or expectations that things will change for the better only. And I am the biggest daydreamer I have ever known. Maybe my circle is just too small. But I just need one word to build a whole cobweb of stories around it. You all must have guessed by all that talk about how I want to be when I grow old. I even daydream about old age. Sometimes there is too much rush in my head. Writing things down helps to somehow arrange that clutter. I haven’t realized any of my daydreams till now. Not completely. I don’t know if all the things that go around in my head will come true one day or not. But I hope I keep on dreaming about happier moments only.

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Aurora

The castles, the wars, the unwavering heart, moments of helplessness, creeping their way from places so dark and I knew you were happy, I knew you were sad, but when I felt all alone, I found you in those hidden trails, in the forsaken crevices of my heart, emerging like aurora, I had never felt those butterflies, overfilling my soul with the urge to encompass these boundaries between fiction and the facts and live inside that dream, while you delicately guide me across your masterpiece, I need to listen more, why everything fell apart and why still the love remains, I never knew what love felt like but it must feel like admiring this art, to find my way across its heart and fancying to live here till forever falls apart.

Aging like a fine wine

Today I got to meet an amazing person. I have attended his webinars previously too and always have thought of him highly, but today was somewhat more inspiring. I think my mind is way too often influenced by the people I meet. I know this is how human beings typically behave. We all draw our inspiration from things going on around us. But I hope one day I become strong enough to gain control of my emotions up to a certain extent.


I hope I will be unbothered by the countless degrading remarks or my insecurities. I hope I will not fly too high with just one compliment. I know it’s great to feel that level of happiness from the smallest of gestures. But it also means that those small gestures can snatch away my happiness. It should be upon me to feel happy, not the environment I am living in. Of course, I would love to be amazed time and again by amazing things. But I want to keep that amazement within myself instead of those momentary peaks of happiness. Maybe I am getting too old to be thinking about all that. But recently I came to know the importance of continuity. I am more likely to act based on some momentary peaks of passion, doing whatever I feel like. But I got to know that if I try to do something with some discipline, much larger feats are achievable. And they will take me to whole different levels of emotions. Therefore, I am trying hard to bring some amount of discipline to my life.

Coming back to that amazing person, I think I am way too often amazed by older people. Maybe my perception of older people is wrong altogether. In my mind, I don’t expect too many aged people to be as welcoming and open to differences. Maybe I am too biased. I often wonder what I would be like when I get to that age. I hope I would be a person who radiates warmth, like the person I met today. I hope I would have the same amount of passion for learning. I hope it just grows day by day. Come to think of it, older people are more likely to be mature and knowledgeable just because of their invaluable experiences. And yet some people might think of them as a burden to society. I think they are the greatest assets. Of course, just old age doesn’t guarantee maturity. But if someone has survived so many years of life, I believe I can always learn a thing or two from them.

Lying through the teeth

Don’t you dare lie to yourself

The crimson face of sunset sparks fear in you too

And when the night falls you worry about mornings too

How you wished it would be the propitious morning soon

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Don’t you dare lie to yourself

The crimson face of sunset sparks fear in you too

And when the night falls you worry about mornings too

How you wished it would be the propitious morning soon

Continue reading “Lying through the teeth”
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