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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.it 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
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categorized, HINDI POEMS, POEMS, Poetry

Shayad!!!


Kabhi to tujhe yaad ayegi meri,
Kabhi to tu bhi sochegi mere bare mein,
Ek pal aisa bhi ayega ki tu mujhe,
Kabhi to yaad karke muskurayegi.

Yeh naadan tu yeh na samajh,
Ki mohobbat karke bhul gaya hu main,
Tere har kamiyaabi k liye saar jhukakar,
Rab se fariyaad ki hai maine.

Jindagi jeena to hum sikh gaye,
Lekin jindagi maut si lagne lagi,
Sochta hu zeher khake maar jaun,
Lekin tu khudko na kose isiliye aaj bhi marr marr ke jinda hu main.

Shayad aaye tu mere kabar par kabhi,
Tere nazro se mere liye mohobbat barse,
Bheeg kar uss din main jashn manaunga kabar mein,
Koi phool jo khel jaye uspar,
Toh chum lena tu apne labbo se.
Kya pata naadan ki,
Shayad main mar ke bhi hamesha k liye jinda reh jau…

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categorized, FRIENDS, LIFE, LOVE, PHOTOGRAPHY..., POEMS, Poetry

My heart is not ready.


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Pc: kartik patani

Its depressed,
Its sad again,
My heart is just not ready,
For the Love again.
I feel good when you are around,
I feel me and true,
But we were besties remember,
Than why this love thing again?
It’s upsetting you,
Its making me feel low,
Losing a friend like you,
These thoughts hurting me again.
The scars of the past still living within,
The trauma of my soul is still not healed,
Friendship is like being forever without commitments,
Than why you complicating it again?
My heart is just not ready,
For this Love again,
Maybe with time it may get convinced,
But falling is love again, is next to impossible for me.
My heart is just not ready,
For this Love thing again….

categorized, LIFE, LOVE, PHOTOGRAPHY..., POEMS, Poetry

These random Goosebumps.


Sitting in lectures,
Concentrated and focused,
Your travel in my nerves like a stimulus,
Even with a slightest sparks.
Glancing at the serene,
Watching the birds sing,
You smile on my face so wide,
Even when the lightest breezy winds.
Travelling across the miles,
Heading towards my dreams,
Your hope shines in my eyes,
Even with the smallest praise.
You running in my blood still plagued in my veins,
You trickle down in my soul,
You make me alive,
Your goosebumps make me smile.
Crossing each part,
Making me shiver,
Pumping my heart aloud,
Your goosebumps still makes me crazy and reminds your stay in me forever….!!!

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Goosebumps...!!!
categorized, LIFE, PHOTOGRAPHY..., POEMS

“Beauty in Dreams”


Closing the door from the world,
Opening your eyes into a new world,
It can be same for as to dreams,
Within no time you can abolish your dulls.
The best in dreams¬†are that they don’t change,
As it’s not all real to chase you with fear.
You can create it and delete when you wish,
It take just seconds to lift you up with shear.
Believing in them and living it as true,
Beauty in dreams is for those who dream,
As future belongs to those,
Who trust in the beauty of  their dreams.
They are not real to hurt to if bad,
They will keep you smiling if it’s a sweet dream,
This is the beauty which lies in dreams,
It will end up teaching you, the art of living…
ANY WHICH WAYS…. KEEP DREAMING…!!!

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