An adult: Really?

Who are you
Asked,
The mighty mirror

"An adult"
Replied the sensible mind
In an assertive tone
And an aggressive expression.

The timid heart
Replied " A CHILD"
Though it's voice
Remained unheard as
Usual
It Wanted to pretend
To sound
Confident and important
But, alas
It was ignored
As usual.

Magic and dreams
Glitter and screams
Lost to
Sense and logic
Business deals and more.

The reflection laughed.

While the soul
Silently uttered
I am a bit of
Glitter and sparkle
With a tinch of disaster.

The mighty brain chuckled
Yet again.

Out of love - 37!

Teddy bear is a non living thing they said, didn't they know it was the only thing which helped her feel warm in the cold world  and her insomnia feared her teddy the most.
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Allow me to have faith in light on those days when the sun forgets to shine

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Let sleep kiss me the day it has abandoned the nightmares.

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A stomped heart. A shredded soul. An okayish CV. 

life sounded good. Looked almost decent. But lost the ability to feel.

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Pretend to hold me tight while I pretend to live and apparently breathe.

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Every single moment spent with you is an ocean of memories which I cherish with each breath. 

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I was pained then and hence there was some art, but today, I'm numb so there's neither pain nor art. 

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No matter how hard you try somethings will always stick around the brim or soul.

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Sharing silence while the green surrounds and the sun shines in all its glory is a feeling beyond peace

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Allow the thread of art

To stitch your fragmented heart

Compassion!

It craved compassion
And so
The canvas broadened
It's shoulder
So that there was
Enough space to
Lean and cry on.

The paint brush
Held its hand
Firm and tight
Assuring and Re- assuring
That it will never
Let it go out of it's
Sight.

The colors
Came flying and running
To hug it tight
To hold its shivering structure
With warmth and delight.

Together!

Sun and light
Sky and infinite
Birds and flight
Are relations
Which ensure
I'm in a
State of delight.

They aren't same
On the contrary
They're different
Very different
Yet,
They complement
Each other
It's almost
Like a bond
Between
Two inseparable souls.

Its a union of
souls who
Are different
They smile
And cry
For different reasons
But they
Shine and glow
Together.

It's this
'Together'
Which sparkles
And glitters.

A canvas
Is incomplete
Without color
And vice versa
But together
They make a million
Da Vincis and Hussains.

It's this
TOGETHER
which creates
Magic and shine.

Disaster!

Eyes blink
Heart beats
While
The soul
Howls and screams.

The blue sky
Turns grey
To express
It's solidarity
During this
Nasty phase

It seems
The sun
Has forgotten
How to smile
Moon's eyes
Have lost its
Glitter
Because they aren't
Friends any more
They are mere
stars
And satellite

It's all
Black and white
Right and wrong
Yin and yang
Mechanical and technical
No place for dreams
No space for sparkle
It is
All suffocated
And captivated
Maybe,
This is what a 
True disaster
Would look
And feel
Like

Out of love - 36!

Dreamer of sorts 

Wanderer of types 

Sinner of various genres 

Where is that 

Magic and spark 

Which it had 

Then 

The spark which 

Is found nowhere now.

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the only thing that prevents you from an ending is a mere hope that pretends to re assure you that somethings might end themselves

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If I could count my blessings, I wouldn't count you twice or thrice. I'd just replace the term blessing with  you, for you are exactly what the term blessing means to me.

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Patterns and confusions 

colours and light 

Trying to bless 

The black and white

World with some 

Happiness and delight.

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Instead of making decisions on the basis of what makes us happy and sad we usually choose to opt for what usually would sound right to the world. 

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There really is no way in which you can understand the way of this world

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Neither did I lose a battle

Nor a business deal 

All I lost were the 

Emotions I used to feel 

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It's solely because of science that logic keeps winning over fantasy and imagination.

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The glitter in it's eyes was gone as it picked up its 5 digit salary cheque.

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It pinched me

Then it scratched

And finally ate 

My soul like 

A wicked parasite 

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The subsiding wind!

 A bit of me died
A bit of me cried
As I saw
The wind of
My dreams
Subside

Little by little
A part of me
Became a  part
Of the ashes
That surrounded
Neither was I found
Nor was the soul.

They saw me
Breathing
And assumed
I was alive
Didn't they know
My soul was
Deprived of light?

My dreams
My imagination
My aggression
And
My passion
They belong to me
The way the stars
Belong to the night sky

I'm not incomplete
Without them
I'm inexistent
Without my dreams
For they are
As essential as
My breath.

Faith: A sinner!

I don't fear
The one's who
Lose faith
I fear the
One's who
Love to have
Faith and trust .

The ones who
Trust
Their trust
Is smashed
Again and again
The one's who
Don't
They're the one's
Who have given up
On faith and trust
On love and passion
They're the ones
Who are beyond
Broken
Probably somewhere
Near numbness.

I fear that
Their faith on faith
May get shattered
It is bound to
The world doesn't
Value it
I have almost
Lost the ability
To have faith
In faith.

I hate this
But
I can't help it either
I'm too numb
To feel what
It is like
To feel scars
On your soul
Wounds in your
Heart.

Faith has ditched me
And hence
I've ditched it too

Out of love - 35!

Everything that I do, has a tinch of.you. 

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The best part about failure is that it never fails to fail the spirit of failure.
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From being none to one
To learning the
Difference between
Running away and run
Life had taught its
Lessons which
She had finally learnt
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Humans and humanity, a rare combination. Indeed.
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There is a certain level of peace and ease that you can only feel when you are with people who are your pillars of existence.
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Real family is a bunch of those people with whom you don't have a single picture because you are too busy making memories.
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Some battles are fought solely to lose so that you can realise the beauty of not winning.
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I have either been black
Or completely white
I haven't really experienced
What grey is like.
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All that the people in power fear is the power of love.
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I'm neither you
Nor me
I don't know
What exactly
I want to
Be.

To be OR to be!

They say don't do what you don't love to. But to what extent is this feasible? I'm doing something which I HATE whole heartedly. I don't know why am I doing it, I don't know my motive behind doing it, all I know is that I don't have to face certain set of remarks from certain people if I do what I'm doing despite the fact that I hate what I do.

Yes! Peoples opinion about me matters to me because I live in a society and I've to live according to its terms before it decides to throw me out of the same. Some people may love me, many might hate me too. But the fact of the matter is world doesn't work on bonds and love. It works on money, power and reputation of course. And for that I've to work whether I like it or not.

I've been working for quite sometime now, been sleep deprived for almost 9 days, my headache seems to be in love with me, it feels as if someone has put my heart into a shredder and of course my soul feels chained and trapped. But the point is who cares? Forget the whos, do I care for the same? NO!

It's not because I don't want to its just that I can't afford to. I as of now fear to be abandoned from the society. I am scared to lose people and hence in order to keep them happy I do a lot of things which I hate to. Yes! I feel the pressure to make people around me proud of me. I to some extent want people to love me, It doesn't matter if they love me for having a fancy CV or for having certain amount of certificates. Though in this quest I've almost lost myself but nonetheless I'll be glad if by doing this I can make some people around me happy and proud.

Much love, always :)

Habit!

Times change
But, habits don't
They stay with you
Now and forever
Same is the case
With love and passion
They initially become
Your habit
And then
You become habitual
Of it.

Some habits you
Choose
Other habits choose
You
But in the end
Your habit is
What forms
Your habitat
Whether, it be
Comfortable or not
Beautiful or not
But, what remains
Constant is that
It's yours
And
Yours very truly

You may hate it
At times
Or
Maybe love it
But your habits
Make you
What you are
The way you
They are a part
Of you
The way you
Are a part of
The world.

They may play
An unacknowledged
But they still
Hold some significance
And hence
You got to
Respect your
Habits
For they have
Made and bulit
You
Yes! You
The one who's
Loved by many.

Faiths and paths!

There is something
Really strange
Yet calm
And peaceful
About walking
On the paths
Unknown.

Neither is the
Destination known
Nor is the path
It's a state
Where you
Walk with
A blank mind
Un-captivated heart
Like a free soul
You flow.

It's like
Floating in water
Effortlessly
Going wherever
The water takes
You

Trusting the
Paths
Having faith
On your intuition
You just walk
Freely effortlessly
On a path
Which feels like
A companion
Who's willing
Your share
Of loneliness
And madness.

Light will end fright!

Nights are sleepless
Days have become dreamless
Each passing moment
Makes me a little more restless.

Is it the art
In me
Or the
Spark in me
Which makes me
Feel uneasy?

Am I responsible
For who
And
What I am?

Yes!
It's me
Solely.

I think
With every blink
I relish what I've
But all I fear is
What I posses
Will perish

That's my pain
And my fright
But, I know
The light in me
Will fight
All my frights.

Out of love - 34!

2 people met to have a conversation in a peaceful place with lips sealed, silences exchanged and frequent eye contacts made.
Never has a conversation felt so fulfilling and enriching!
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Scars: An evidence of idiocracy and bravery.

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From here to there

was a journey unfair

yet it travelled to unveil 

its lesser known 

FLAIR.

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Art is an empathiser, not a healer.

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That level of freedom when you are bound to feel free.

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Do you not fear, the fear of acknowledging my fear? 

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Anything whether it be work or academics is a mere source of escapism from the much feared dreamland.

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It had to be the STUPIDEST species (homo sapien sapiens or human beings) who would invest their money in something known as mirror only to capture the image of their body in their head and see themselves as others believed they were. Never had individuality or uniqueness felt so ashamed before.
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They thought black and white never made love, hadn't they seen the mighty moon propose the night sky while the stars applauded? 

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Species apart from us need help to be caged, but we are a self sufficient species we do the needful ourselves.

Wars!

Neither can I stop
Nor can I blend
These wars
Never seem to
End.

I pitty them
I empathize with
Them
While trying to
Mend the
Damage done
By them.

Screaming children
Screeching women
Blood stained men
Watch the
Ailing humanity
Come to an end.

Out of love - 33!

I wanted to believe I was a creature less ignored but then the blue ticks blessed and the blur assumption became a harsh reality.
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The problem with having an affair with art is that it will only happen when you're broken.
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"Are you happy?"
"Ummmm........I'm an artist"

Enough was said, felt and understood.

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No, the system is not totally flawed our mentalities and thought processes are.
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A force for and by the universe. is how i would define love
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Wars are expensive. But, surprisingly enough the world always has sufficient funds to fight a war but is always short of funds when it comes to providing free schooling!
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There shall be wars till the time justice is delayed and ignored. In case you wish for peace ensure that there is justice available for each and every single person. Or else the concept of peace shall remain utopian as is.
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Addiction and obsession are to be lived first and treated next.
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Colors are phase in and of life, unlike the constant black and white.
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The way this mirror questions me every single time I stand infront of it is no less than a nightmare.

Happy 17th, sister!

Smile that we cherish
Food you make we relish
Joy in our life
You are a
True delight.

Shine bright
Without Fright
Fly beyond
The imaginable
Heights

You're our little
Now, not-so-little
Sunshine
Who spreads an aura
So divine

Glow and glitter
My dearest little

Happy birthday panks! :D

Dated: 01-12-15

कला ज़िदगी!

मेरी मन्नत
मेरी दुआ
मेरी जिद्द
मेरी रज़ा
मेरा पागलपन
मेरा जूनून
सब तुम ही तो हो

तुम मेरी रगों
में बहता खून हो
मेरी धडकनों का
वजूद हो
मेरी साँसों का
बहाना हो
ज़िन्दगी का एक
मात्र सहारा हो
तुम कला हो मेरी
ज़िन्दगी हो
मुझ में बसी
यूं अकेली
खुशी हो

This volcano!

I can feel
A volcano
Emerging, boiling
In me
Its on the
Verge of explosion
But I know
It won't explode
For it fears
The world outside
Or maybe
The world
Outside can't
Handle it.

It's burning
Suffocating
Killing
Captivating
It is
Unbearable
Yet incredibly
Crazy.

This volcano
Inside me.

Silence!

There's something
Strange about silence
It attracts me
It enables me
To listen to
What my
Soul and heart
Are saying.

It's the silence
Which helps
Me feel the
Transition between
The turmoil like wave
And the soothing wave
Which flow in me
Every moment

It's the silence
Which answers
All my questions
Without any
Commotion and confusion.

It's the silence
Which is
Music to my
Soul
Therapy to my
Head
And a
Healer
For my heart.