A cloud on the skyline ..

To,

The sunshine of my life.

It's all relative - feelings, emotions, words, strengths, weaknesses. Sense of association has always been missing from my plate. I've mastered the art of being alone in a crowd, indifferent to sounds, noise, movement, beauty, warmth and fear. The world I've lived in has been so small that I could always indulge myself in wandering all around, again and again, a thousand times, whenever I would need to escape. Streamlining the events that had took place throughout the journey, has never been easy, still I never gave up. Why would I always try to restart my life, every time it crashes? Why wouldn’t I try to find out why it crashed, in the first place? I’ve always been in search of answer to this question, but in vain.

Presence – some people cannot see it. Others might not feel it. Some others can do both. I am another kind. I could see it, feel it but could never believe in it. Colors of relationships, colors of feelings and colors of belongingness are so vivid around us, and I’ve always been color blind. I could never put aside the like ones; they seemed all the same to me. How could I pick one?

Sight – the art of seeing is in neither getting too close nor getting too far from the object. This, I got to learn much later in my life, when I had already turned my back to the sights that could complete the scenery of my life. Yes, now if I look at it, I find centers of incompleteness, unfinished corners and spilled colors.

Belief – I’ve always been a crawling reader, not because I couldn’t read, but because I couldn’t believe. Words always sound confusing to me. I prefer reading sounds. I’d run around an object, trying to find its shadow, just because I couldn’t believe in its existence, alone.

I’ve been stepping back…away from you, because I couldn’t believe in your presence. And it’s only now that I can see you clearly because earlier I’ve been too close to see you…

…and you’re so beautiful.

Your smile is like a shower of content. It’s so bright. It has lit my world.

Keep shining up there as I find my own self. You are the only mirror I can see myself in.

So, look at me, and help me listen to your eyes. Hold my hand and take me back to our home. Take off my shoes, and let me rest my head in your lap. Run your fingers in my hair…till I go to sleep.

…for I’m ready.

So, hold my hand and take me back to our home.

- your's O.

Now that you're gone ..

Now that you’re gone,

Life is like a barren piece of land,

Unkempt and unattended for,

Overgrown with tall grass,

Which holds neither beauty nor meaning.

Now that you’re gone,

Happiness is like an empty feeling of elation,

Unwanted and uncared for,

Coupled with hollow laughter,

Which brings neither joy nor relief.

Now that you’re gone,

Sorrow is like a vast dark cloud,

Hovering and hanging over,

Coupled with racking sobs,

Which attend to neither grief nor do they relieve.

Now that you’re gone,

Hopes and dreams are like distant objects,

No longer remembered and wished for,

Covered with a heavy cloth,

Neither to be lifted nor moved again.

WW- Wisdom in the Distance..

The foolish man seeks happiness
in the distance, 
the wise grows it under his feet.

- James Oppenheim

Love is ..

Love is a noble act of self-giving, offering trust, faith, and loyalty. The more you love, the more you lose a part of yourself, yet you don't become less of who you are; you end up being complete with your loved ones.

Love is like a piece of artwork in the works; if you are not satisfied, you keep on beautifying it until it becomes very wonderful.

Love is as much of an object as an obsession, everybody wants it, but few ever achieve it. Those who do will cherish it, be lost in it, and among all will never forget it.

Love is a powerful addiction for the human soul. Even people that have not experienced it, yearn for the chance to give and receive it from someone special.

Love is one powerful host -- A force less energy that makes all light spin. It spins our hearts. It spins our minds. How we balance ourselves to this sudden chaos and crazy motion is our own fine line.

Love is like a wonderful feeling of compassion and satisfaction. It should be given respect and trust; and it should receive that love back!

Love is when the things you detest, you become in love with. And, when your views are wrong the one who you love will hear you out and understand you.

Love is composed of a singe soul inhabiting two bodies.

My love is all I have to give with out you I don't think I could live and I wish could give the world to you, but my love is all I have to give.

I could be the one

Give you all my love

Forget what he has done to you

I'm here now

Open up to me

Love will set you free

If ever you believe it

Please believe in me..

I want to be his Strength ..

He smiled. And I could discern the pain written all across that smile. A fake smile. Just like the fake facets he had been made to live with, for the length of his life – an entirely undeserved sentence. I wanted to extend my hand, touch him and let him know it was real. I wished to enter into that aura of containment that hid him from the whole world, me included. But the frailty of that curtain thwarted all my attempts. Every step I took forward had to be receded on the fear of ending up wrong. The distrust in his eyes never turned into the slightest shimmer of hope. And I stood, all the while, at a distance drawn between us.

I’d see the scandalous eyes that lingered upon him and satiated their dirty expectations in his sickness. Their smiles depended upon his ghastly pallor and every second of every minute I stood there, it cut me down to my very core. Pain – an unnamed, unwanted pain that surmounted every time I faced him. And he always kept looking down, in his own lonely being.

But I could take it no longer. I could no longer stand the life that sobbed in him – helpless and struggling for the slightest thing to cling to. And I simply reached out and held out my hand. ‘It’s your life and you always have to take a chance’ I told him. His empty eyes bore into mine for many long ages, doubting, thinking, perhaps calculating. I offered no affirmation for words never could mean one. And then he held it, in his cold grasp. For a moment, I shuddered at the touch. A cold pulse shivered through me. And then I held it firmly in my grasp, with a smile. ‘Let’s go’ I told him, even when his eyes betrayed a shocked disbelief. And he quietly consented..

WW- The Search ..

The search for truth 
is more precious
than its possession.

- Albert Einstein (1879-1955)

I'm feeling a little flat today, and not even copious amounts of caffeine and/or chocolate have been able to lift my mood. Now seems like as good a time as any to take my own advice and taste my own medicine.. and perhaps set out on a cup cake hunt in the morning. Any other hints or secret potions to ward off the mid-week blues?

Venting out or whatever.. bleghhh!

Why is it that it is the most difficult to be truthful to the ones we care about and the easiest to the people who don’t matter to us? I think it should be the other way around. I know it won’t make the most sense or will it follow the general norms of logic, but life would definitely be so much more easier if that were the case. I try to be truthful but at all times or most of it for that matter and it comes out in the wrong way which when understood might create relationships or destroy them depending on the nature of the topic at hand. This thought alone is a killer and thus I think most of us are hesitant in being truthful. I think if both parties were to understand the nature of the topic and then realize and think from both points of views, one might just be able to get out of all the chaos created in the mind of the teller and would work for the sanity of the relationship. I don’t know. Speaking aloud I guess. Or speaking out. You pick!!

Currently, I am being really confused about many things that are important. I have been revising my decisions again and again .. don't want to regret in the end.

WW- Life in Waiting ..

We must be willing

to get rid of the life we've planned...

...so as to have the life
that is waiting for us.

- Joseph Campbell (1904 - 1987)

A lil' time away!

Hey guys? How're you all doing? Guess whattttt? O is back home =) after two long months. So yeah, I'm kinda busy with him these days ;) and i'll be away for the next week. Come on, you guys SHOULD understand :p
I won't be able to read any of your awesome blogs but don't worry, once I'm back I'll go through the ones I missed.

So, till I make love with my man, you guys miss me :D

For all my Muslims friends;
EID MUBARAK .. in advance :)

And for all of you;
I'll Miss Your Fantabulous Blogs! :')

Take care guys.
Love xoxox

Sunset's whisper ..

Listen to the sunset

Can you hear its quiet sigh?

Listen the sun's falling;

Watch it toning down the sky

Soon Darkenss shall surround me

Tho' twinkling stars will dare smile through

While you are far away from me

They'll frown a humble hue

And as the sunset spread its colors

Horizons of gold and red

I lie here all too much alone

In this great, vast chilling bed

For my world has stopped revolving 

Till you return, Time's Standing still

And the cold has settled around me

With its stinging breathless chill

But my love for you keeps growing

Standing fast to fight the cold

Reminds me of your body's warmth

And the story of love untold

So listen to the sunset 

Look up hear its quiet sigh

Tho' we're apart these lonely nights

My love whispers across the sky.

Learning Or Decaying

There's a cure for aging that no one talks about. It's called learning. In my mind, as long as you learn something new each day, stretch your personal frontiers and improve the way you think, you cannot grow old. Aging only happens to people who lose their lust for getting better and disconnect from their natural base of curiosity. "Every three or four years I pick a new subject. It may be Japanese art; it may be economics. Three years of study are by no means enough to master a subject but they are enough to understand it. So for more than 60 years I have kept studying one subject at a time", said Peter Drucker, the father of modern management who lived until he was 95. Brilliant Guy.

There's a cure for aging - It's called Learning.
Too many people never pick up a book after they've finished school. Unbelievable. Too many people spend more time watching TV than getting deep inside the minds of the greatest people who have walked the planet. Too many people have closed their minds to new insights and powerful thoughts. One idea discovered in one book can change the way you see the world. One idea read in one book could transform the way you communicate with people. One idea found in one book could help you live longer or be happier or drive your business to remarkable success. Never leave home without a book in your hand!

WW- Giving thanks ..

There shall be eternal summer
in the grateful heart.

- Celia Thaxter

For all that has been, thanks.
For all that will be, yes.

- Dag Hammarskjold (1905 - 1961)