In its Place Where Everything Belongs

Just like any other flower,      all flowers are meant to grow. just like any other animal,      all animals are meant to cry. just like any other person,      all persons are meant to die. | Flowers | It's basically a life cycle. Our life is a bicycle, uniquely shaped, moulded with fine arts and mechanics. We all are planted, grown and bloomed like flowers , meant for a purpose, to live life. Life has tremendous things ahead of all of us, but it's on us how to live it, wrong or right. When that flower is born, it's not matured and not harvested. But slowly, we all learn and experience, which enhances our build. We grow with different situations, lifestyles, education, environments and people. People like our friends, family and strangers. These important objects and people shape you, even your dreams and achievements do.  Over the years we come across just a fraction of life,  which teac...

Drowsy as I lie on this bed, regretting the decisions I made, reminding myself everyday not to repeat, hard. I may not work as much as others, but I've got my limit, I've got my stack. I may have wants and desires, some accomplished, some undone. Come save me from this dreadfulness, cos this is how i throw it away. I have no one to tell, no one to be with, but I'm dealing with this emptiness. For it may get better. I've come to realise that, I need to become something just so I know that I'm doing the right thing. My mind is always close to captivity, but on lock-down. I may not make sense to you right now, but to me its just way to vomit, a way to let out. I need to start improving on my skill and charisma, cos I'm too young to have a head so high, feeling absolutely numb, wishing for my sins goodbye, cursing all my lovers eyes.

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. ...

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

I'm no judge but I can tell you that today, all we want is pleasure. Pleasure for anything by any means. Wake me up today, as I call in for you to take me away into this deep ocean, where the birds chirp for help and I come to salvage their needs and bruises. Come to me when I'm wise and numb I'll help you. Come to me when I'm young and sober I'll cure you. Come to me when I'm high and sharp ill show you. Enter my world of blinding lights and let my bandage wrap you so that I can pour the medicine and medicate you. Life isn't about negatives and positives, nor it is about happiness or sadness. It is about you. You have got to learn how to control and own life. Let life not own you, cos if that happens, you're heading for the edge of the mountain, the paradise of demons and devils to take you away and burn you to death. Angels on your right and devils on your left aren't the only ones in your life. Let them not make decisions for you. ...

I'm surrendering myself to you,  Help me cure my inner soul and let out it's demon.  Let me bring out my magic and let it glow. Cos all we have on this planet and universe in nothing except life.  Our life is constant, till you surrender, but once you do, you're long gone Remember in life that what really matters is imperialistic and surreal happiness.  When you lay down on your bed after a long working day, just think to yourself about the day you had. Were you satisfied with it? Were you happy with it? Or you just wanna kill yourself and die instead of livin this life you have? That's why God's given all of us an extra day. The next day is the day to fix your life and live it for the better. Everyday is important, just start to realise that, whatever comes to you, good or bad. It will affect you later in the opposite. For Example - If you lose someone from your life;death,then that same amount of sadness will turn into happiness.  ---- But all I wanted to say ...

If I had two choices, run back to you or run away, I'd be confused, I still am. When two roads fork into two, and you gotta choose one of em, that is the exact sort of situation I'm in. Santa Claus may only gift the good children, but he also gifts the bad. Why? Its because he loves and cares about them. No matter what happens, the feelings which were instilled in me for a while, those feelings have gone, but the amount I care for you is a lot. You must have done things which I may have not liked, but i don't care about all that, what i cared about is you. A saying goes by, a good man dies in a weary world. Good doers are always the ones to end up last ...well that sucks, but that doesn't mean you stop doing good things!  Hard work maybe the stepping stone to success, but some people don't do shit and get prosperous overnight.  So what i want you'll to do is to live as it goes, don't think about the past o...

Another day passes by, gloomy. Nothing to do, nothing to see. Normality takes place at its own pace. Shadows dancing, objects moving, sky rising, dawn falling. Our eyes when meet, connect. Thoughts teleport. The thoughts mean so much but the person cant comprehend and dive in well into teleported thoughts f or th o se eyes so beautiful. In the fields of love, emotions play. A story told, but complicated and twisted. Explained in many ways, unsaid by others. Come help us from this misery of confusion we deal in,  come save us from drowning into these vulnerable naked eyes I gaze into, zooming and dashing between thoughts and mesmiration.  Trying to understand what they try translating. Failed. - ThinkerInkedOut