In its Place Where Everything Belongs

Dhoondhe har ik saans mein Dubkiyon ke Baad mein har Bhanwar ke Paas. kinare.. (We) have searched in every  breath after having a  dip  (in  water ), Near every storm.. shores . Beh rahe jo saath mein jo humare khaas The kar gaye apni Baat kinare.. The ones that are flowing with us, The ones that were special for us, The shores, said what they had to. gar maajhi saare saath mein gair ho Bhi jaayein To khud hi to Patwaar Ban Paar honge hum Even  if  all the boatmen together become  strangers  to us (that is, even if everyone turns against us) Then we will become oars ourselves and cross (the  sea ) on our own.. jo Chhoti si har ik neher saagar Ban Bhi jaaye koi Tinka Le ke haath mein dhoondh Lenge hum kinaare. kinaare. kinare. Even if every small  canal  turns into a sea We’ll take a straw in our hands and find shores. khud hi To hain hum. Kinaare. kaise honge kam. Kinaare hain jahaan hai

Oh that last sip of chai, fucking beautiful.  It feels like a sudden cold rush of  win d raging against your face with that knock in your head , maki ng you r ealise that its al l go nna be al right. But wait, what if you're actually doing that in reality? That feel, it's not normal, but glorious.  It's like you've left all your problems and stress behind and what you actually fear right now,  is the wind coming to a halt. But wait, what if you're happy and chilled already,  that too, sitting in the same place with a cup of chai? Fucking glorious.  Every sip of chai you take should be like your last.  Relish the fuck out of it.  Don't be hesitant to finish your chai,  it's like solving a math problem without calculating.  You'll get it wrong.  Give Chai your best and last.  Those 6 minutes are essential.  Live that.  Live that well.  - ThinkerInkedOut

The Suitcase A man died, when he realised, he saw God coming closer with a suitcase in his hand. - God said: Alright son its time to go. - surprised the man responded: Now? So soon? I had a lot of plans... - I'm sorry but its time to go. - What do you have in that suitcase? the man asked. - God answered: Your belongings. - My belongings? you mean my things, my clothes, my money? -God answered: Those things were not yours they belonged to the earth. - Is it my memories? the man asked. -God answered: those never belonged to you they belonged to Time - Is it my talents? -God answered: those were never yours they belonged to the circumstances. - Is it my friends and family? -God answered: I'm sorry they were never yours they belonged to the path. - Is it my wife and son? - God answered: They were never yours the belonged to your heart. - Is it my body? - God answered: that was never yours it belonged to the dust. -Is it my soul? God answered: No that is mine. Full of fear, the

I've come to talk about love. I would like to start off saying that love is something our mind can't control, it's not something your mind can take. Love is communication between two souls that it's sometimes indestructible. Love is something which has to be earned. Love is something which cannot be bought or stolen. Love is precious. Love is you. Love has to be cherished. Love is uncontrollable. Something to deserve. Love isn't a child's play, it's something which brings us back to life, maybe forever but not always. Love can destroy you and re-make you. Love is powerful. Love is absolutely careless. Love isn't dirty, but harmful. Love is toxic. Love is unconditional. Love isn't simple. nor it is complicated. Cos Love is you, Love is All because, Love is you, and only you. -ThinkerInkedOut