Skip to main content

A Long-Lost Hope....

In this world where money is making money… you are the only one who can make yourself happy…

No one will understand your love for those colors… that love for the nature… or if you like sitting calmly in front of an idol… for those poetries and those songs… for those dialogues or for those characters…  

Keep feeding those tiny, beautiful things… which will cost you nothing… but can be a wonderful thing for the lost soul, alone its wondering…

Don’t wait…, do not seek permission… do not have any expectations… let them laugh… make fun of yours… They are not the demons… they are just being them, so you just be you…

People are lost…, they are not on their own terms…, but you don’t be so firm… with yourself… jiggle a bit, sing, no matter how your voice is…

These tiny little muffins… will become most beautiful… nail on your coffin… The beauty of art is in creating… free that caged bird from within the bars of mundane world…

Why always being so practical…? Why being so sophisticated… why...?  Working on those goals have put a loophole in our way of being…  

Not that the world is against you…, not that you are being tortured rather it’s about spending some time with what can revive our aching soul… Which we know even after having everything that we desired is still alone and empty…

Our mind is on achievement, productivity rather, the soul of ours is starving for some playful activity…To satiate the way of humanity we have to connect to the world where things are beyond formality… authority… and rather be of fun, boredom and more of stupidity…

For self – for being – for that piece of music… hum a little… for the phrase of a story share with loved ones… for that move of dance… for that smell of species… for the touch of soil… or for those splashed color on the canvas…

Relive the life with that long-lost hope…  

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

To My Valantine....

  If I could love you again, I would surely love you right… holding you tight after each fight…. Loosing you have made me realize that to my sky you were the only light… I am doing fine… learning, trying to walk along the straight line… I wish I could go back in the time and to make you wait and to make you mine… I could play my every single dime… I still remember the day when I first saw you… bright like the morning sunshine… our eyes locked, and everything was lost… at least even for that one moment it felt that you were mine… The days have melted into weeks and the weeks evaporated and formed the clouds of years… all what I hold is the same fear… we are not together as such… will we ever be “us.” No, not someone of your hue… not even someone like you… but even today in my every prayer I only ask for you… Not the one who finds me sweet… not the one who finds me cute. Not the one for whom I am good looking. Not the one who are only there for hooking up… but the one with ...
Post a Comment
Read more

Who Killed An Actress...?

“Have a seat, the manager will be joining you in a minute.” A well trained, beautifully groomed, yet perfectly fake HR told her. The word manager, had accelerated her heartbeat… it felt more like “a Murderer.” She entered the conference room… it was as chill as the meat section of a supermarket… The manager came near the door, carrying a laptop computer in one hand and a holding his mobile phone in the other hand talking to someone. Her hands left the trace of sweat on the lemon green table. Pushing the glass door with his hips, the manager entered the room. She skipped her breath till the time he settled down… “Ten years I have been working in this company and four years as a manager never in my life I have come across an employee like you…” the manager said. “I feel shame for you” she thought. She was looking at her fingers while the manager kept on talking. The ring which her mother had asked her to wear… why? Because some pandit said “isse kaam mai man lagaege.” How her...
Post a Comment
Read more

A Real Idol...

Among the darkest of the night, a land of one country will be brightest among other on the earth… no trace of moon… even this night belongs to the decedent of the sun… The lights, sweet, the songs, the music, the dance and the crackers are not for the lord, they are not even for a king, rather they are for a man… A man that of a character and a man of his words… From everything happens for a reason and that reason which we never see what to talk about learning from it… To understand this reason, we first have to understand what is the problem? The problem is God, the reaction, response and prejudice or the individual definition that we hold for this word… The moment we hear it, either we close our eyes and join our hands… or we are being scared of being roasted in the hell… or we want a ticket to heaven… but have we ever thought of what actually the meaning of God is… We travel so and so kilometers… to go to a temple… with flower, sweets and whatever we think can make our w...
1 comment
Read more