When their silence last for too long,
Never mind, it is good.
It helps you to remind that -
No one, no body
No human soul belong to you
Other than yours.
Before you go to bed
It helps you to remind that -
You are all alone.
Lonely to the deepest depth.
Alone at the peak.
There is no one
Who really think about you.
Who really care about you.
Who really love you.
Love you without strings.
Before you get up from bed
It helps you to remind that -
Things are just going to be the same.
Exactly like the last day.
Your happiness.
Your sadness.
No one needs a share of that.
Claim everything
Before you loose the chance.
Nothing is going to last forever.
There is only a thin line between
Being different Beings like-
-Being strange
-Being unique
-Being different
-Being loner.
But most of the time-
Being any one of above-
Only hurts you.
The word -Close Friend- means something.
I have lost something.
I'm not exactly sure what it is.
But I know, I didn't always feel this...
Sedated.
But you know what?
It's never too late to get it back.
There's nothing worse in life than being ordinary.
It was one of those days...
Where it's a minute away from raining
And there was this electricity in the air.
You can almost hear it.
That's the day I realized that there was this...
Entire life behind things...
And this incredibly benevolent force...
That wanted me to know that there was no reason to be afraid...
Ever.
I need to remember.
Sometimes there's so much...
Beauty...in the world.
I feel like I can't take it...
And my heart...is just going to...cave in.
Remember those posters that said...
"Today is the first day of the rest of your life "?
Well.
That’s true with everyday except one--
The day you die.
I had always heard your entire life flashes...
In front of your eyes the second before you die.
First of all, that one second...
Isn't a second at all.
It stretches on forever.
Like an ocean of time.
For me, it was lying on my back...
Watching falling stars.
I guess I could be pretty pissed off about what happened to me.
But it's hard to stay mad when there’s so much beauty in the world.
Sometimes I feel like I'm seeing it all at once and it's too much.
My heart fills up like a balloon that’s about to burst.
And then I remember to relax...
And stop trying to hold on to it.
And then it flows through me like rain.
And I can't feel anything but gratitude...
For every single moment...
Of my stupid little life.
You have no idea what I’m talking about. I'm sure.
But don't worry.
You will someday.
Love is old. Love is new...
Love is all. Love is you...
Because the sky is blue...
It makes me cry...
Some times you say a "hi".
None of my best friends believe in "hi".
Still many of my friends do so.
Some times you wish a “Gm".
None of my best friends believe in wishing.
Still many of my friends do so.
Some times (only) you say a "Bye".
None of my best friends believe in "Bye".
But many of my friends do so.
My best friends don’t make a call everyday.
But many of my friends do so.
My best friends don’t send e mail everyday.
But many of my friends do so.
When I desperately want someone near,
Few of them just seem to appear beside me.
Only this happens with my best friends.
When I really want someone to listen to me
Few bother to sit beside.
Sometimes u did so.
But this should happen only with my best friends.
When I consider them as next best next to me,
I understand that they also consider me as their next best.
It is good to be an open book among friends.
But it is better to be an open book with limited copies
Among real good friends
However, last few lines don’t hold true here.
Unknown, Alien, Stranger, Somebody, Someone
Friend, Acquaintance, Good friend, Best friend
Where do you fit best?
It is getting cloudy
It was like this for a long time
Why the rain has not started yet?
Hmm, yes, it is real damn cloudy.
Sounds like words has lost its charm
Looks like world has lost its beauty.
Can it be darker than this?
Moonlight has lost the glow,
There is only wind. But not breeze.
Is there something called black light?
Or something like a white hole instead of black hole?
Can we just get vaporized in to thin air?
Why? Don’t you want people look at you?
I feel like naked when the crowds look at me.
I don’t want to impress anyone.
But I don’t mind if someone gets impressed also.
Hei, wait a minute.
Have you ever tried to stare at blue sky?
Hmm, a lot.
If you care enough you can see colorless bubbles coming down to earth.
Thousands of bubbles. The funny thing is that neither it will burst nor you can touch.
Interesting!. What must be that?
Who knows? But I used to see them.
Everybody sees everything. And knows everything.
But pretend as if they don’t know anything. And try to hide all from all.
Enough man!.
Never mind, it is raining now. Let us go.
I hate to be sad.
I hate to be a poet.
I hate to be a lover.
I hate to be desperate.
I hate to be sentimental.
I hate to be a lot like that.
It has been said thousand times already.
Daily life is a constant struggle
, to be like that
, to distort reality
, to make left right
, to make false true
, to prove the opposite
, to pretend what I am not
Some day I will succeed
- To be bad enough to ignore all.
- In proving that I am not human.
I was dead before my birth.
I don’t know how?
I am asleep when the rest is awake.
Most of the time in half sleep;
I don’t understand why?
Like that childhood dream
Where only you can’t escape from the monster
Because your knees are too weak to run.
The world walks beside me
I hear the footsteps all the time.
This is a constant disturbance.
I don’t belong to you.
You don’t belong to me.
My day starts at night.
My life starts with some dreams.
And it ends with another dream.
Hyper-Imaginative,
Ultra-Cool Blooded,
Hyper-Sensitive,
Intra-Thinking,
Sub-Logical,
Trans-Behavioral,
Meta-Organic,
Infra- temperamental;
A fleshy vegetable thing.
“Abnormally Normal Or Normally Abnormal...Never in the middle!”
I must be a mistake.
Everybody is fine with me.
No, Exception. Everybody IS.
If Absence of problem is a problem,
That must be my problem.
Which is strange?
That is not normal.
That scares me.
Black is not the color of Death.
White is not the color of Birth.
But the color of Life is Gray.
