In its Place Where Everything Belongs

Many many days ago there comes a flower in my life, as she stays there, growing and blooming in her vase, she tries hard to shower her essence on me, as I, hard as a shell, don't give in. One fine day, came a night, magical above all, that made that flower bloom like never before, for that flower wasn't hers, but mine. Together we both grew tall and bright, as the sun never faded away to dull our shining, or to even gloom us on rainy days, although we withered and fell off a few times, but ain't that a tiny part of life. Time flew by, She evolved in many colors and shapes, As I just watched in admiration, not knowing that I may have grown too. For I was enchanted under her magical spell of love and kindness, I was blinded by the city lights, but not to her colors of her inner shadows. Our surroundings were too complicated, but we dwelled through the misery and drought, and swallowed the pain away, for we k...

We're all are a little crazy in our heads aren't we? We're all aspiring to be something, to finish that to-do list or complete that bucket list you made. But yeah i guess life still goes on and we keep dreaming and doing the little things in life that matter, things that need to be done. Life isn't something you've forcefully got to do, its something you've earned to do. Birds, plants, animals and all the other living things are all living life with you, its just that they have their own purpose and own motto in life , but we humans treat it differently. We judge life and try defining it by giving a meaning to it. There is no meaning to life , there is no reason to live life , there is no way of living, its just that we've been born in this world to be someone, or to be someones somebody. But again, who am I to talk about life with mediocre experience and a half headed state midnight judgement call? Heh. We just have to keep moving and keep livi...

"If you know the language, you know the people." - unknown Well obviously.  People are strange and so is their language. When you hear another person speak another language it may fascinate you and humour you at the same time. The local language shows you the inside trade, the marvels of human thinking, the hot gospels of the curry being cooked or even the art of human individualism.  The language is important, if you're an alien to that place then your vision and perspective is different. That's you learn a side of it, by judging and observing the traits or by the doings of human beings.  And to learn the other 'side' of it you must learn and stay. Only knowing the first side will open the key to another, of learning the language.  If you happen to stay or work in that locality, you begin to learn and grasp various things around you, the way everything works. By language I don't only mean the 'A b c' I also mean the expressions, the hand movements...

The person who I talk to isn't there. The person who I share with isn't there. The person who I blend and mend with isn't there. Where is that person? Is that person hiding? Or locked up? Only that person knows, not even god. Why doesn't god know? Because God doesn't want to know.  Some things aren't meant to be said, done, watched, heard. These few things can change our lives for ever.  Every 'thing' has a soul & every soul has a meaning and a existence. A soul can define you, make you and break you.  A soul is stranger, even your soul is a stranger, not completely though.  Take time to figure yourself and your soul. Judgement day is nearing. Do your deeds, fill the needs.  I believe in balancing out things. Not much of everything, not little of something. I'm bipolar in a different way.   Now back to the person... That person who I talk of is not really a person. That person is me. That person is soul. A soul I d...

What if I don't want to get motivated?  What if I like the darkness, the unmoving of the body, the countless thoughts, slow and boring music which makes no tune, rhyme or sense? What if this is how it is and making it better would actually make it worse?  I don't know what to do in and with life any more,  Cos What if this life we're living, is a dream in disguise..?

It's only humans, only humans are like this.  Are animals like this too? Humans are disgusting, I'm disgusting.  We all are like rotten apples, left in a rat hole to eat and die. We are filthy, we are sly, we are demonic, we are cursed.  Being fake is our trait and doing. unintentionally.  We give and we give, but we are humans. We tend to think and perceive the 'the return', even though we say ,"I give but I don't give in turn to recieve something." We say "I don't judge people" , well bitch we all do, we're just so fragile and lazy to admit it.  I believe we are one, equal. But our skin colour matters, and the place we come from matters. Cos we are eventually humans, we tend to make situations and surrounding like this. The environment we plant is eroding with the odour we wear in ourselves.  Humans suck. Humans are aliens themselves and amongst us.  Learn how to love yourself before you can love anything or anyone. So my question is.. ...

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 ...