Pain is not permanent , only that sometimes it lasts a lifetime.It is only that you let it last a life time. You just do not want to share it with any one. Because the pain is always given to you by some one very close to you and you perhaps would not like the world to know about him or her.But why keep it there , why remember it again and again. It happened because it had to happen. There is always someone who makes you feel special, makes you feel alive and makes you feel beautiful. So why not celebrate life with this somneone. Drop this sense of feeling low, you have never been wrong, only that people could not understand and value your sincerity and the trust you reposed in them.Make every moment of your life an utsav, love life because living is a one time affair. You take chances in life only till you get to live and what ever you loose is abruptly very dear to you. Every day we may not be able to open our eyes- why take it for granted. Every day the sun may not rise for us- why take it for granted. Every day the breeze may not flow- why take it for granted. Let us learn to be thankful, let us learn to be happy.No mother delivers an unhappy child, because no creation is a reason for pain. People give you pain only because they love you- because love is all about giving. Ya love is after all a wonderful feeling. Be loved and be blessed.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
IT IS TIME YOU WEEP.
If you want to weep, weep now. This is the right time to do it. You may not do it latter, the social policeman may hit you for weeping. You may be told that weeping is not good and you may agree. But now you are a little mad, you are a little out of yourself, it is now that you do what you needed to do long back. A child does it many a times. Only when you grow up you do not weep for you are told weeping is bad and it is not for you to weep. Weeping is natural, it happens on its own it is something that you are expected to resort to. The tears clean your eyes and they clean your thought too. Tears make you realise that pain can be washed off. So this is the right time when you should weep ,if you want to. When you weep you donot only wet your cheek you also water the soil of your existence. The weeping may water the little seed in you and a beautiful flower may grow in that parched land on the plant of your existence.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
aao ki koi baat karen
I have understood in these years that words are meaningless,incomplete, they are actually barriers to communication, it is only silence that communicates the real but then the person must have the sense to hear the unsaid, most importantly feel the unsaid." One fine morning this SMS was in my inbox.Silence may be golden, it may make me feel the unsaid. But who requires Gold, Who desires to know the unsaid. I invite you to speak to me, Speak of your pain, speak of your hollowness, speak of your emptyness,speak of your illusions speak about anything that gives you relief.I may not have answers to everything, I may not be able to give you solutions but let us celebrate life to gether. I accept I do not have the sense to understand the unsaid. I do not want silence even if golden if it does not speak of love, does not satisfy hunger and does not understand that pain makes us all suffer. I am all love for you give me your pain and and in return I will love you more. Let us all celebrate लाइफ.
Silence may be golden, it may make me feel the unsaid. But who requires Gold, Who desires to know the unsaid. I invite you to speak to me, Speak of your pain, speak of your hollowness, speak of your emptyness,speak of your illusions speak about anything that gives you relief.I may not have answers to everything, I may not be able to give you solutions but let us celebrate life to gether. I accept I do not have the sense to understand the unsaid. I do not want silence even if golden if it does not speak of love, does not satisfy hunger and does not understand that pain makes us all suffer. I am all love for you give me your pain and and in return I will love you more. Let us all celebrate life.
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