Silent emotions

Pin on one side. Pain on the other end. Bleed. Not blood but emotions. Long deep layers. Fewer words. Hidden truths. The closer, the farther. Because twisted universes. As the pain will transfer. Curves are good. Circles. Spheres. Semi-circles. All sorts. Human eye likes them. The spheres they are of course. Karma. Life. But reality has lines. The flatness. The ends. Infinite ends but ends. Voids are circles too. Or are they? Probably not. They are nothing. Nothingness is better. Feels nothing. There is nothing. Just like deep dark webs there are deep dark sides. Much more hidden, much more inaccessible. Hope, you say. Hope is light. But now even black holes exist. ~Fin.

Few people you meet in life, the line between stranger and known disappear, vanishes completely. Maybe momentarily. You connect on levels beyond the human self. Identities are lost because identities are mere human definitions. There is a lot more to existence. Words become comprehension. Expression impressions. Souls one.

The winter is almost here. I can feel it in my veins and I am saying veins because there seems a lack of blood supply to my arteries. (:P) I am so cold, with numbness in my fingertips and toe tips, the slightest breeze sending shivers down my spine, the cluttering jaws with drowsiness in my eyes. Days have become so short with nights dawning in at 6 pm and morning sun showing up at a lazy 7 am. Studying in such a gloomy weather with a dearth of all warmth has become so difficult for me now. I am trying my best to stir up some heat inside my lethargic body by various means which you too might like to try to get your muscles moving as well. Here are some of them: Walking while studying – Speed walking combined with studying sets my body into action. It helps me focus on my studying due to the extra energy (which can lead to distractions) being utilized in walking. Kaph-Naashak Mudra – This may sound something new and uncommon. I am into a lot of Yogic stuff and keep trying a

With the recent demise of my grandfather, the past few weeks have been very disturbing for me. I have been through such varied emotional phases in this short a time, that when I look back I feel is something wrong with me or is the natural process of coping with grief? I’ll begin with my current mental state with making references to the vacillating emotion states that I went through during this time. While I write this down today, I am somewhat at peace with the fact that death is imminent. I am trying to accept death in its raw form without any associations with spirituality, biology or any other field that gives some comfort against the harsh reality of death. As I explored through varied articles all over the internet, I found out that how accepting death and not only of your close loved ones but your own self is important in living your life to the fullest. I am quite spiritually inclined, and so it becomes difficult for me to deny the fact that there is a single existence f

A week went by and they didn’t talk. Then suddenly one day he messages and she replies, “Yeah, I won’t mind talking to you at all!” She kept speaking so much. She was trying to be calm although, but yet she just felt a lot more comfortable with him now. She asked him about his likes and dislikes and what not, just like a very nosy investigating officer. Oh! But he just didn’t mind. He said, “Please continue asking, my lady.” She loved him to be the epitome of kindness and gentleman likeness. She asked him about his biggest fear, he replied, “Losing myself”; she said, “Be ready to lose yourself then”. She told him she feared darkness. He said “darkness is beautiful my lady, hiding in it everything”. She then told how her relation with him was totally different. She didn’t know what she felt with him but all she wanted to do with him was to star gaze in the depths of sky. She wanted to sit beside him in silence and embrace the presence of moments. He asked her, “Should I honestly

Time is powerful – making things legen- wait for it -dary.