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Note to self.

Will people understand me? My words? Will they read me? What will they feel? Relatable or unrealistic? These questions cross my mind every now and then.

I don’t want to live the kind of life, everyone around me are living. Scheduled, timed and monotonic to be glued to specific boundaries and limits. I don’t want to be those kind, maybe I can’t be. I wasn’t born to be like them. I feel like the wind, the air, omnipresent but not still. I wanna be around everything, learn everything and anything new. I wanna explore. I wanna know. I want to learn, be inspired. I also want to give, to teach, to guide, to inspire.

I can’t be stuck between the real me and the survival me, who is just being another human who is competing with everyone in this crazy world and society. I don’t want to prove or show anyone, anything. It never bothered me. Yeah, to my parents? Yes. always did and does…

But until when??? 

If I wanna live real, I need to speak. If I want an extraordinarily life, I should be ready to face the end number of difficulty and downs. If I want to fly, I should not fear of falling from high. I need to gear up my everything, my every cell together and energize.

One of the prove of my courageous decision was to get ink on my skin for lifetime. That was my decision without fearing for the consequences from my parents. I was brave enough that time, I guess. When I was younger, I feel I was more liberal and stronger than now. I fell in love without fearing of heartbreaks and disappointments. Whereas nowadays, a pinch of fear shadows around me all the time.

My voice needs to be clear again. My thoughts needs to nenefree free. My words need to be beautiful and real. So again, my heart could understand what it wants. I need to fall in love again… I need to live. I need to be free…even from myself, I feel.

Finding the real me

Happy Teacher’s Day…

All who taught me,
Who made me what I am.
It will be a great list to include them all….
My parents,
My school teachers,
My high school professors,
My college lecturers,
My mentors
And all my stupid, idiot friends….
Wish you all this day,
Because you’ll taught me some or ither things of life and living…
All your words which guided me,
They showed me right way,
I am proud what I am today,
It’s because of you my teachers…,
Who made me believe in me.

Wish you’ll too my online mentors and guides, to teach me everything by your inspiring words and posts…


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I don’t wanna regret later in 40s

So, today I met a lady from my society, she is in her 40s I guess because she looks quit young than her real age. I don’t know from where our conversation turned up to the topics I so much wanted guidance. She was like my answers to all my questions, which had been built up since years.
She said, “Do what you feel is right not what society made you believe is right.”
I guess this is how we all are living in with our lifes. We think about the society, we think what they what us to think. We fail to try anything society disagrees to accept. We always built a shell around us, where from out we are what they want us to be and from inside screaming to get explored.


She shared, “I am in my 40s say, and I wonder what have I done in my life rather than just sacrificing things first for my parents and infill now for my family and children. If only I would have loved the person loved me in my teen days, may be life would have been beautiful not just livable. If only I would have accepted to marry with an intercaste guy, who was well settled and lively, I would have travelled abroad and lived my dreams to roam around the world and different places now. It’s not that I am not happy with my life now but the past came down haunting me now. I wanna live young. I wanna go beaches walking hand in hand with the person I love to be with, I wanna go for a long walk during the sunset admiring the shades of setting lights, I wanna smile, laugh and live…”
She felt happy with her realistic approach but somewhere she was disappointed for not doing things her heart had always wished for. She was at peace but was certainly searching for something to make her life loving again.
She corrected me by saying, “People are not really bothered, what you are doing with your life, they will say and than forget, so stop thinking what others will think, even your parents. Do what your heart says.” When I said, I always refuse to do stuffs I like only because my parents disagree to it.
She was cool with her age.
She was experienced.
She was delighted.
She was different.
She was young.

Talking with her for an hour, made me realize many things, made me clear in my thoughts, she made me think again over the decision I had made, I wanted to release my heart which was set in cage since long. I wanted to be loved and I wanted to love again. I wanted to try again. I wanted to express. I wanted to be real. I wanted to be me. I wanted him again.


I don’t wanna regret in my 40s like her. I don’t wanna think sitting like her when I get older after few years.
I want to express my overload emotions, so I don’t have to get disappointed later.
I don’t wanna be sad.
Last but not the least, she said, “Always listen to your heart, it may be in your left but it is always right.”
I need you to contact me soon, because if you feel the same, I need you to tell me again and for the last time and forever…
I need you to be back if you feel the same for me as I do.
I need you to tell me that you love me still as I loved you forever…
I hope even you’ll realize that you need to express what you want. I did my part… Waiting for your.!!!


Hope even you’ll do the same guyz, my readers.
Love yourself,
Love your life,
Love what you want and decide.

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When life seems difficult and dead,
Just one smooth touch from someone at peace can make you feel alive.
When life goes all wrong and dark,
Just one tender touch can make you feel enlightened.
When life stresses each day and struggling nights,
Just one pure touch from a kiddo can make you feel enthusiastic.
When life turns still and statue,
Just one slight touch can make you go moving.
Life is difficult,
But one touch at your forehead can make you live once again…

“When touch used in proper sence, with the intentions to cure a broken heart, body or may be our inner soul, it can be done just with some strokes, it is that effective…!!!”
So *HUG* when you see people in stress,
*KISS* your mom when she is tensed,
*PAT* your siblings back when they go down in life…


“Treat when you know you can cure with your one touch….!!!!”


Scattered Relations

Far away moved on the hills,
Soul peacefully residing.
The serene of silence,
Within peace acquiring.

Each relations left on the path,
Emotions builting up till drowning.
The wisdom of aloneness,
Indeed happiness an carving.

Born and built up strong,
To face the surrounding.
Encouraged to follow only heart,
Is the only choice applying.

Everything is a matter of time,
For each relation for blooming,
Just a scattered part is left within,
Everything else is getting frowning.



Happy Children’s Day..

Chote chote pairo se,
Sidhiya jab chadte the,
Haath me ek khilona leke,
Sara jaaha ko apna te the.

Na koi darr tha,
Na koi takleef thi,
Mummy papa ke gale lag kar,
Puri duniya apne pass thi.

Dosto ke saath shaam dhalti,
Subha hoti muskura ke,
School ki mastiyan yaad aati hai,
Woh guzra jamana yaad aata hai.

Chapchapana barishon mein,
Titliyon ke piche bagna,
Woh apne chocolate ko do tukde karke,
Saath mein mill batke khana.

Woh beeta hua din yaad aata hai,
Woh bachpan yaad aata hai.


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Confusions in my “♥”.

Words floating around,
In and out of my ears,
Thoughts rising up down,
Filling the heart with fear.

Attached heartbeats,
Love is all my heart needs,
His love is the only thing,
That makes me go greed.

Just a thought for the persons,
Who brought me life,
They won’t be happy,
On the day I became your wife.

Their dreams to bridal me,
Will kill them to and fro,
I will turn the luckiest to marry you,
But making them forever go low.

Such a confusion,
Making me go mad,
At once I feel like running away far,
And not to turn either bad.

Living beautifully in the present,
I think, Is it only solution,
With time if situations arrive deadly,
Will face without fear and with heart,
And surely get some conclusions.



Essence of life…

Slipped between the fingers,
Trying to collect the past,
In the journey to make a name,
When did something made me smile the last???

Emotions were frequently ignored,
Friends were made to stand aback,
Family’s concerns made no sence,
When did all this took place seems like long time back???

Outings were also postponed,
Pincins were cancelled then,
No enjoyments, no attachments,
When did I unknowingly threw all these things in bin???

As a free soul…,
I am wandering all alone.
Thoughts crossing…,
Memories missed are shown.
Tears of achievements,
Or is it for what I missed???

“In the walks of this competitive world,
These are the essences of life which I failed to kiss…”

“Life is not a matter of milestones,  but of moments…”



Am just tired of being used..!

Right now I am feeling like I am used,
When no one to talk or when your moods are fused,
You need me all that time,
And I am always there for you,
Without any excuse.
I make you smile,
I de-stress you cries,
Hearing all the crap of your,
With an supportive eyes.
I pamper,
I joke,
When its not effective,
I even behave like a mock.

But it hurts at the time,
When you’ll behave like this,
When your issues are done,
Your treat me like this.
Its irritates me more,
When you do comparing.

No credits I wanted,
No praises in return,
Only smiles of yours was my wish.
Each day I can be rocking for you,
If you respect me for what I did.



My subconscious mind..!

The past triggering thoughts,
I wanna erase.
They play with my emtions,
And moves me like a maze.
I ignore them,
I hide them.
Even if it arrives,
I narrow them.
With the open eyes,
I can avoid.
As the sleep stuck,
My subconscious mind stricks.
It thinks so much,
That it’s beyond any limits.
When I am out of everything,
It acts like a summits.
With tears it fills,
Makes me even smile.
Wakes me at the midnight,
With horror apart of mile.
Imagination contacts,
Each thoughts gets life.
My subconscious mind awakes,
Which my brains ignore in live.

My subconscious mind.