Judgements

Hold down opinions about the person you just met

They may have a story to tell,

A tale as crude as a tempest

As pondering as an epic

The stranger is not what you just thought

They could be your soul mate or your finest friend

You never know what’s feasible until that happens

Wait till that person changes your life

The infuriating person you just heard

May be your redeemer some day

A person worth your wait

Someone you cannot let go

You never know if something’s a gaffe,

Until you make it

Give it a shot and be genial for the moment

You never know where it takes you to

It's not only you

      The world is a place that is crowded with people, animals, struggles, stories, inspiration, emotions, energy and love. It is also filled with hate, jealousy, curses, depression, stress and other things. Even the empty street which was considered vacant is full of dreams and solitude. We often step out in a crowd in a bad mood. But, hey! there are hundreds of other people who may have same or higher level of stress troubling them. Someone may have lost his/her friend or family member. Someone else may have been caught for a crime he/she hasn't committed.

     Someone out there is impaired forever and can't stand again. Someone is depressed and wants to end his/her life. Someone just lost his/her eye. While we were grumbling about not so delicious food, someone just died due to hunger.

     Well, we have been taught to aim high and achieve huge dreams. But we stopped thanking our fate for the things we have. Everyone has a special and inspiring story. Even the street beggar can tell you his life story which will give you goosebumps. Even a housefly has a tale.

     This makes everybody legendary in some or the other way. So, next time you feel blues around your heart and think that your world has ended, think of the millions of people around the world who faced the same emotion and survived it heftily. Think of those who survived emotive and physical battles and transcended the odds without whining. It is not always about the fate that has in store for us. We are never alone. Someone out there is facing exactly the same emotion as you at the same time. Nevertheless, your battle is not only yours, it includes millions of other people you never knew about

Hear what silence says.

The silence is full of trites 

But, breathtaking, suave and overwhelming,

It makes us pounce upon blunders

Silence is more perilous than violence

It is where the heartbeats are loud 

And where the utterances ineffable

Silence is an assassin of threads 

It enervates the strings breaking them at once

 Yet, they cannot be rejoined by the glue of noise

Silence makes music lovelier 

As it complements the melodies 

Hear the breaks in the music

Silence is the code hard to decipher

It is sent by the medium of feelings

Hear the silence as it shouts

Hear the silence as it prevails 

Hear the subtle nuances it makes 

Hear the life changing pauses it creates

Looking back at things that made us.

      Recently, I was struggling hard to avoid lethargy. This can’t affirm that I am lazy, but for me, being lazy is not being able to come up with something creative. I couldn’t find any good thought to write on. I felt like I’d stopped observing things or had become dormant, reasoning the comfortable climate. Err, but then, a month of not thinking of writing made me miss writing. I thought that maybe I hadn’t realise what I love truly until I missed it in my life.

   Repeating this known fact may sound cliché but I don’t mean to. The ‘Missing something’ phenomenon caught me. I wondered about why I miss something I love(d). This can be explained why we miss our old friends. Though, they aren’t as close as they were, they are a part of our life. In our last moments we are going to remember people who made difference in our lives consciously or unknowingly.  However, we don’t always want them again in the same old role but we are going to lionize our possessions because they define us. We are going to love them however they are. We even love our transitory possessions like our dorm during a camping trip or our class teacher. We love our memories because they belonged to us.

    There’s something extremely ravishing and appealing about the city we lived in or the home we reside in. It attracts us, overwhelms us, spurs adrenaline in veins and emblazons our life. And we realize this when we are prepared to leave the place altogether. Our hearts soar in exhilaration and the reason for which is quite unknown to us. We never mean to sadden our present for leaving our roots but we are prepared at the moment to cherish things that made us, spruced us and which are parts of us

    Even if we leave the past behind we are never going to forget it. We may try to overcome our past which has bitter- sweet memories but we can’t totally forget it. For that, every one of us would need to get Amnesia. But it doesn’t work that way. We should accept our past along with the blunders we have had committed because our present reflects our expedition since the beginning. Rather than sobbing over our errors we should learn from them and devise our future because we are made from them.

There is a speck in perfection too

Life is where dejection is 
but there is hope for sure.
Love is where rue is 
but the affection is prominent in its place. 

Home is where adversity is 
yet the love can take its place. 
Happiness is where resentment is 
Cause it will teach us to be happy again. 

Light is where the dark is 
Because light is followed by it.
Success is where hindrance is 
Because no great paths were written straight .

Nothing can be transcendant 
And there is a speck in perfection too. 
Love like spots are feeble in the intentions. 
Live like the dales are transparent.

The underrated power of Literature

I take up the Arm with inexorable strength

It has been built by virtuoso in the realm

It has been built by erudite of the time

My armored self is a formidable being

It can bring out revolutions today

It can mollify pains of the epoch

The armor is a reliable buttress

Hold it today and watch the world enlighten

Hold the weapon as it is invincible

This is the weapon which the past has manifested

The weapon is classic and knows the sagacious

It is wise and cannot be defeated

So hold the pen, it has the prowess

It can change the world through the lexis

Mankind will raise its voice with indomitable strength

Happiness

    I memorize penning down an article about ‘Smile’ some months ago.  Reading about smile can have certain effects on the reader. They can vary from a smile emanating over your lips or keeping you wondering about why you smile.

   However, some weeks before, I found myself in a complete state of joy. It was because of my examination getting over along with the other factors. The sudden happiness got me thinking about it.  Unlike the other interesting subjects of Human and Living race, this one forced me to write my thoughts mandatorily.

   We can comprehend that happiness, though a part of smile, is a dissimilar concept altogether. We don’t always smile when we are happy and also not always be happy when we’re smiling. So what makes us happy? Happiness varies from individual to individual thoroughly. A rugged and fortunate person may not be happy over a new pair of shoes; however an unfortunate underprivileged person in a far-flung village may be contented for no power cut off in the village for a day.  

     So, what makes us happy? If we consider the biological stance, the hormones like Dopamine, Oxytocin, Endorphin, and Serotonin are triggered in our endocrine system making us cheerful.  In the pleasant situations of our life, we can feel a scuttle in our veins making us energetic. It feels like the Colors are poured in you with an unremitting fall.

   We often feel elated when we have an unexpected pleasant outcome. The grin on someone’s face because of you and seeing someone you care about contented can make you sense delight.  Watching your goal accomplished can be the biggest reason for pleasure. Someone’s appreciation over your efforts can make us feel blissful. The reasons for glee are myriad but they are mostly the small things in our life that we don’t assume about.

    We often take our fortune, circumstances, people and fine things for granted. Some people get happy over small things in life. They are mostly deprived of the fate like us. The fundamental hymn of happiness is respecting the small and big things we have with us alike. Life is full of ups and downs, taking risks, disappointments but, if we admire the precious people, things and ourselves in our breakdowns, life can fail in watching us sobbing.  Happiness is all about keeping the good with us and giving up the vicious things.

  So the next time you walk by a noisy place in a clear morning, feel glad about the sky being clear rather than the disturbing crowd in the place. You will feel happy.

Memories

Togetherness held this way,

never so mundane, but so rare .

So, precious is the coalition I say,

as it includes the thoughts so bare

I reminisce the scenes; 

They are jazzed inside the eye.

I kneel for the blunders and sins

Apologized, I wish before I bid good bye

I know the view of my life 

When I had been in mirth 

Never thought that would be a rife

All the joy that lay ahead my birth

There were conditions not so pleasing

 I erred, but faced them though,

 And some were prestigious and appealing

 But had to be ready, if ever had to feel low

Moments of love hard to forget

Moments of hate, trying to forget,

Because I know the details spick and span

Reflecting the ambiance as I narrate.

I sit here lost in the reverie,

With hearty- bonds hard to be reunited

Lost in the essence of bitter-sweet memories, 

Too, abrased for love, too sweet for hatred