A Few Hundered Words
Originally posted on Plain paper:
Every now and then, you look around. Taking a pause from the busy life, you try to think on what matters in life and what not. The assessment often ends up burdening your shoulders and the heaviness in your heart irritates you. But in all those painful moments there is…
An Open Letter
Source: An Open Letter
Certainties Of Uncertainties
Originally posted on Plain paper:
The certainties of uncertainties haunts us as the propelling faces around and so every now and then you are forced to think about it, think that it’s not what you do and it’s not your sacrifices that matters but what comes out of them and what floats on the surface…
Diary of a Young Man – Part 17
Originally posted on Plain paper:
June 21 2015 Slipping into the coma of choices, I wonder where is the right answer. For hours, I gaze at the stars but the silence sails smooth, then with a thought I pick up the books but there is nothing, no one has ever explained me that “what being…
Edges
Faith that we hold on to, is complex and turmoil, yet transparent than a breath, I guess it is because of the strong bounds of choices that we make everyday, the choices that makes us who we are and who we can be eternally. It is nothing but like a memory that gives you a taste … Continue reading
Good-Byes
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Good-byes are always hard, no matter how good the journey had been, when it comes to bid good-bye your heart suffers the aches and goes into nostalgia. The memories doesn’t go easy on you either, though they seem like soft and cute spells of happiness, they torture you like an…
Sunken Ships
Originally posted on Plain paper:
Strange as it is, friendship is confusing. It changes with time and then changes again. We were only friends yesterday, but today just strangers listening to other strangers. We were best buddies yesterday but then nobody today. I wonder why we are like this, cold hearted and forgetful. It’s the same story when we were…
I am still here
Where do you run when there is nothing visible? Do you think about it? or do you cry loud hoping that someone will hear you out? I have always wondered, what is life after death, and then after a brief moment I question “Is there any?”. Beliefs are a little limited right now, I stand … Continue reading
Writer’s curse.
Originally posted on kushtrimthaqi:
My curse as a writer, is this: I can write at any given moment, but at that certain moment I can write only what that moment wants from me to be written.
A Walk To Remember
Originally posted on Plain paper:
We have existed for so long, gone around the world, streets and floors, just to find out how alone we really are, and to find how twisted our souls are. I have always wondered about this, walked on this, with thoughts of future and present. There are lot of walks…
Life’s Longing
Originally posted on pieces of me:
On Children Kahlil Gibran Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you yet they belong not to you. You may give them your love but not…
Stand For What You Believe In
With a pistol in his hand, he looks at the mirror, thinking about what wrong he did to deserve this. What was it that he could have changed? And how the hell he ended up in this situation? Is he proud of what he is now? He thinks repeatedly, Wonders if the world was a … Continue reading
CHOICE
Originally posted on Lostforever:
I have always wondered; How important is CHOOSING? Wise men do not seem to give up easily To install the importance of choosing in me Mr. Frost talk about “choosing the road lesser traveled” “Choice- not chance determines your destiny”: Says Aristotle Mr. Vonnegut says: “be careful about what we pretend…
“Make glorious, amazing mistakes.”
Originally posted on The Daily Post:
In Neil Gaiman’s now famous 2012 commencement speech at the University of the Arts, he offers some excellent advice to free us from perfectionism, imploring us to simply create — to make art — no matter what. What’s wonderful about this advice is that it applies to any creative…
8,18 to 28
Almost about two decades in the past, I turned 8, I have no clue how was it, but I remember that I was so excited with the very concept of people coming over my house for a party, I was excited about cutting the cake, wearing new clothes, distributing chocolates and praying to god. I was … Continue reading
Love Alters…Not.
Originally posted on kellycmurray.com:
As much as I love this poem, which I also had the privilege of reading at my cousin’s wedding, I often wonder at the verity of Shakespeare’s statements. Essentially, he means if you have ever had real love, then it will never dissipate, never recede, never fade away. While I…
Writing Changes You – Plain Paper
Originally posted on Plain paper:
I was a kid when I started writing, slowly picked up the pen and poured the heart out. Honestly, I can still feel what I wrote, the poem of my dreams. Writing changes you for good, and now as I turn back and look at the past, I realize I…
It’s not the Talent, it’s the Purpose
I wake up early every morning thinking about how the world have changed and how I continuously need to keep my head up with all these changes around. I look myself in the mirror in the restroom and realize that I am a day older now, it gives me happiness and scares me at the … Continue reading
Love for free
“Love ran free in the room from her heart to his and like the breeze it walked up to everyone and whispered the news of the love birds” It’s strange how we fall in love, strangers meeting for the first time and then the attraction just grabs you. It’s amazing how that one sweet gesture changes everything … Continue reading
Message in an Email
Older Brothers are the strongest part of your childhood. You think about them as friends and saviors, you follow them in their footsteps, and then one day you may be outgrow them. But you always know why you started following them in the first place, nothing else matters to you, nor the fame, neither the … Continue reading
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