Cravings of a voracious reader

Problem with reading a good book
Is we get hooked to the reading nook
Till the end of story, as long as it took
From prologue to epilogue to cook

Even when it ends, we want it to go on
We feel empty within when it is all gone
Part of us is attached to every story read
Directing it in our head as the author said

When the book finally comes to an end
We wish for a chapter around the bend
Or to be teleported to another book sent
Promising to be an equally good friend 

Rantings of a raging mind and a grieving heart

I don’t know what I was thinking but I do know that I wanted to make my life better. That it ended up much worse was never my intention. I just tried to do something for myself, never knew that it would hurt so much.

I felt so much, I went so deep, that I found it difficult swim back to the surface. Something made me go back to the ocean bed again though I knew I was losing out on my breath. It was suffocating to the core. I wanted to make it work, I wanted to give it my best, the sportsman spirit in me didn’t want to give up. But all my efforts were in vain. I was looking in the wrong direction all the while.

Now I am out of breath and have to swim back to the surface. The lack of oxygen rather peace, took it’s own toll on my mind. I lost my peace of mind and with it started losing my mind in bits and pieces. While resurfacing, it all flashed back from the beginning. And I realised, I was never treated well. Probably I was never needed, just available. Never loved, just used. Never valued, just taken for granted. Never respected, just misunderstood. Even after pouring my heart out, my pain was not understood and nothing was done about it. That’s even more painful than the pain itself. Now the wound is left to heal on it’s own.

Time will heal the wound, no doubt about that. And the skin that grows back on it will be thick enough not to let any hope or wish to penetrate again. Sometimes it feels good to be on your own. You will never hurt yourself. You will have the right expectations from yourself. Atleast you will never be out of breath, never be restless as if you are going to miss the train, never be left to question your sanity.

I still do not believe that I was treated like dirt, that I didn’t matter at all at any point in time! Why were my feelings so strong then, why didn’t I feel that it is not reciprocated at all? Why was I so naive to go so deep without gauging the depths! As deep was my love, so was the hurt, so will be the pain. And I have to live with it till it ceases to matter for me too.....

I saw a lover in you
You saw a slut in me 

Explore the Connect

I am simple to understand 

Yet difficult to comprehend 

I am very easily accessible 

Yet selectively approachable 

I am one amongst the crowd

Yet unique without a doubt

I am myself, I am human as ever

We are all alike if we peel the layer

Of race, language, caste or colour

A fact that many are yet to discover 

It’s the same book with different cover

Let me read you and love you forever 

Unapologetic Love

Just because I was not loved the way I loved, doesn’t lesson me as a person. But it does glorify my love which was unmatched in it’s intensity and magnitude!
Just because I have a heart which forgives, it’s not to be taken for granted. Ironically, it needs to be celebrated for it’s fiery passion and hope which lets it forgive what it cannot forget!
Just because I have a mind which is capable of thinking even in absence, doesn’t demean it’s valuation. Rather such thought process is highly rated as it deepens with time!

I will abstain from being apologetic for the versatility, vulnerability and naïveté of my spirit.

I never needed more, never wanted more from the person......just expected few things from the relationship. The relation is much bigger than the person, only few are capable of bearing it.

Drops of Hope!

Mesmerising greens everywhere 

Fresh scent of the cool dewy air

Brushes past in soothing whisper

Live me, blend with me my dear

Rain have you borrowed my tears?

Thundering down in massive showers

Crying out for the pain in each uproar

You soak me in your spirit furthermore 

Sky looks washed in a perfect blue 

Earth looks quenched in it’s green hue

Mountains greedily filling up their belly

Flowing into gushing waterfalls in a hurry

I am drenched but still want more

I am content still want an open door

Can you really quench my thirst?

Did you reserve ‘my’ cloud burst?

Prologue of Upccoming Storyline

Writing at 3am, peak of supposed paranormal activities....’Annabelle comes home’ was a disappointment 😒 however it did get the devil running in my mind 😈

Home is where the soul is or has the devil taken it, what if the mind is possessed and you cannot differentiate between dream and reality!

Enough prologue 😉

‘The haunted ride Home’

That’s the plot, watch out for more in here......Coming Soon 😈

Appreciation

What is appreciation - Acknowledging the significance of a person, valuing their presence, holding their qualities or skills in high regard.

And we are inclined to expect it from someone who is a priority in our life, whose presence is valued and hence an involuntary expectation to be revered in a similar manner.

I might have to be around people who do not appreciate me but I just can’t stay connected to them. With time they slip away into oblivion, then the physical proximity no more matters, I am already on my way away from them. One day, they will cease to exist for me whether they are in and out in my daily routine life or not part of it at all.

That’s the beauty of a crisp mind which can isolate physical and mental proximity. It promises the peace of mind which seems to be a far fetched dream otherwise. Waiting for the day when I am able to be on the same page - warm yet aloof, attached in a detached way!