She

She is beautiful.

Like the colour of the sky blue,

Majestic like the stars that shine.

She is powerful.

Like the wings of eagle she sore,

High above the mountain tops.

She is precious.

Like a diamond amongst gold,

Her value could not be found. – od

She doesnt speak too much,

But She leads the most intelligent conversations.

She has her coffee, books and music.

There is something so deep in her eyes,

That’s why everybody stares at her,

She has power and is not afraid to be different.

She is art.

She sometimes doubts her own intuition, Her books made her feel better, the quotes and pictures she googled makes her feel secure,

She creates invisible barries so she could protect herself, from what you ask?? All the negativity that has surrounded her her entire life, yet she finds happiness in the smallest of things.

Would you blame her for not opening up?

Never would a man be willing to break that barrier to find a diamond so rare and unique that even man himself would be envious.

Maybe, just maybe, with a little stroke of luck she opens up to you, how would you feel or react.

Would you gradually break that wall as fast as possible?

NO!!

Because each layer was made by her with love and tenderness that even she herself has forgot ways to remove them.

APPLE AND ME

Glaring through the unfocused terrain from the window, i rubbed my eyes in elliptical pattern to get a better focus. As i move away from the window the sun slowly sets though the uncertainity of the weather troubles me. The aroma of freshly cooked meal removed all my thoughts from wander. The stomache grumbles, struggling for any ounce of food it could find but the mind does not let it bother as I am having a troublesome evening with a particular homework. As i finished the homework, i went down to have supper like it was my last.. I was drenched in sweat with all the hot weather, i went to the fridge and found a surprising item. A deliciously looking apple red with glamour, biting into its hard like soft skin, the chilled taste clears all the hotness of the throat and it was heavenly. As they say an apple a day keeps the doctors away…

Why do i even bother writing these notes when no one cares And everyone is busy with their own lives.

Maybe i’m somewhat different but in a way

I’m Just a normal guy who is fun loving and supportive as hell
Who likes sitting in a dark room alone

And listen to some country music

Who likes being around a group of friends but not interact much

But is willing to do anything for them if they ask..
Maybe In someway i Am different..

Maybe i’m meant to help others so that they can be happy,

Maybe i’m not meant to find my own happiness

Maybe im just a shadow which is meant to be unnoticed. .
Yeah. .thats right.. I’m a shadow..

which stays with you where ever you are

which is only used when you are alone..

But i dont mind because that’s the reason why i am here!!!

A tired eye stared through the night
with great curiosity Lingering in his thoughts are the words of many people

Those words had created a void in the depths of his soul

He reached out for someone to help him but none helped
But he was determined to help anyone he feels in need

Never hesitating and never regretting even though

One by one they left him when he was no longer needed
As they left one by one,they created a void

Which can never be filled again no more

Their problems were kept inside him like a safe

Never to reach the surface again
He was left out from society

Even though he looked happy and cheerful

He always had a hole to be filled. . .

jkjd

It started out fine like how the stars shine,

Everything was placed in a line like they were inclined,

Every word spoken was like an actor’s line,

They rhymed like this similar chorus line.

In between two parallel worlds they shine

An old soul but with a futuristic state of mind.

The Wanderlust experience

Ok, where shall I start this…. Two years ago I was a just a regular kid not knowing what to do with my life, Stumbled upon some regular job in which I sat in a cubicle and stared at the wall. Luckily i found a new kind of job, a job with odd hours and shift timing, I was content to say the least but I still was a wandering soul wishing to be free, Met new people with different lifestyles and backgrounds and I started wondering, I realized how simple and normal my life was before, that all i was searching for a new atmosphere. A new me, a new journey. a new EXPERIENCE!!

I sort of stumbled upon you guys, yeah you know who you are, i don’t need to exaggerate. So i stumbled upon you guys which changed my whole perspective of what i call life now, I started to dream again as I did when I was just a kid, Holding a camera in my hand in the arms of my dad, never wondering of what life would be like, I started this journey with you guys, a journey which I feel is gonna be worth the struggle and the pain. Talking about the two years that had gone by, all I could say was an awesome Experience. All those nights of hopeless wonder, laughs and drunk times (Jajah you know what i mean) Oh and how could I forget playing Dota 2 at a specific place, we could call it our anti-social place. haha

On a serious note, you guys took me to a new place not of this world, A world in which everything was of dreaming and a fight for our dream. I know all of us has our own battles to fight but i know that we all will be there to help, When times get rough and our problems became more and more complex, That!! That is the exact time we need to help out each other ever more. Taking everything we had done into consideration. I’d say those two year were the years I felt more alive then ever. If i had to choose I’d choose to go back to that point of time.

Hey guys, where ever you are, what ever you may be doing right there at that very hour, Just know that I, who is nothing but just a spark in a nebula of stars(stole it from the script) Is eagerly waiting to meet you guys again, to share all the journey that I had Experienced. And also eager to hear what Experience what you had while i was away.. Till then I’ll say Good luck to what ever you may be doing right now, Let your Journey be of purpose, yeah a “JOURNEY OF PURPOSE” Waiting eagerly to meet you guys once again and go crazy!!

One-Sided

So here i am again, writing for the same reason,

Writing like an award winner, while deep inside felling the pain.

The pain that non would understand.

A wandering soul, an old one searching for an escape,

To be spiritually aware and transcend ego and materialism,

But being pulled down by the very touch of a woman’s charm.

Ready to start a steady relationship,

Ready to move on with life with a partner and not be a loner,

But then reality kicks in to ruin everything.

But then again she was an angel,

She was as white as snow, a smile that clears all problems,

A voice that could remove all fears, a laugh that makes ME smile,

I was in love, a kind of love that other people have.

Unfortunately it was one-sided.

Maybe it was my fault for trying too hard,

I made you my priority when I was only an option to you.

But I’m happy that I had met you,

I will never regret it.

You were one of a kind,

A kind that only a few people will understand.

A kind that Will be in the pages of my writings

Our story will never die in me.

Our Story

Standing on that same station everyday, waiting for the same bus to take her to her daily routine. Those tight jeans, an oversize sweatshirt and a beanie hat with those boots matches the cold days perfectly. A bag and a camera always by her side. Sipping some coffee and puffing a cigarette without any hesitation. Listening to some ambient indie music by herself clears all thoughts from worry. Reciting the lyrics of the songs from the playlist. Each day, at the same spot as if she owned the place, standing there in peaceful melancholy. Lost in her own little world, living a life as vivid an complex as any other person.Almost invisible to the naked eye, carrying the accumulating weight of her own ambitions, friends, routines, mistakes and worries. Repositioning her hat she took a deep breath and then board the bus as they ride slowly out of focus.

As the day turns into night with little people standing at the station, she came down from the bus. But without moving. She just stands there as if she’s waiting for another bus to board. But standing still till all the bus routes end, then with a slow sudden movement, she went her own way. This has been a regular sight for a typical guy like me. At first I thought she was in some kind of trouble, but as the days go by and saw the same routine over and over, I began to just waddle away and mind my own business.But as the days turns to weeks, I started wanting to know more, more of her story, where she lived, what she do, and maybe, just maybe get a chance to ask her out on a date. But most of the time I end up looking like an idiot trying to make conversation.Gradually we bacame friends and one day got invited to house for some drinks. Her wall was a collage of pictures she had taken for the past few years. Suddenly I noticed a few pictures of a guy standing at the station opposite to where she usually stand. I took a glance and saw myself in those pictures. And that’s how our story began. . .