Friday, June 28, 2013

iRead and iLearn!

Drama and poetry is supremely underrated. I would love poetry till death. A single sonnet can
describe an entire book. People usually find poetry boring. They fail to understand the true meaning. Poetry, like quotes leave a strong impression. Poetry writing is a talent. I'm not saying that because I write them or i shall say i used to write. I still have a long way to go to perfect the art. Condensing feelings and lines into four to five words per sentence is an art in itself! You need to cut off at the right time, get the words to rhyme and keep it simple. You need to have a clear heart and deep understanding to get it. You need to put one and one together to get the actually meaning of a poem. Fiction, poetry and quotes, are my three fixations.Reading is a lost art.But nothing like a good book to carry to your bed and read before you sleep. Imagine taking the Computer, or the TV to bed.I hardly remember when this habit became a part of me, when I religiously started spending a part of my holidays on books. I may have a dozen which I haven't yet read, but still I end up craving for more. They say never judge a book by its cover, but sometimes I just pick up the book because it looks good. Honestly very few have turned out to be good. Reading is a part of my daily chores. Else something feels incomplete. But given a choice between reading and writing, anyday I'd choose reading. About 80% of what I am today is because of the books and blogs I've read. No, not the academic ones. The Others.

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

It's Just Emotions Taking Me Over

Mitti jaise sapne ye,
Kitna bhi palko se, jhaado;
Phir aa jaate hain…
Itne saare sapne
Kya kahoon kis tarah se maine
Tode hain chhode hain kyun
Phir saath chale,
Mujhe leke yeh udhe hai… kyun

Dreams are like the dust,
How much ever I dust them from my eyes
They once again return…
So many of my dreams,
What can I say, I have,
Shattered and left behind… Why?
Yet they walk beside me,
They give me flight… Why?

...And in the end my sleepless eyes are busy dreaming.But then again, I dream of nothing. I stay awake at nights, holding my hands against my weak, weak heart who's afraid of weaving castle of so called deserving life.

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Disgraceful Time. wtf?

When I’m alone, silent is the wind and like everything is fading away too fast to be caught, I feel like screaming with all my heart. The road is endless I’m running on and the song at the end of the movie is going on, lingering the peace of longing solitude within me.
Sometime life turns out to be intolerable. But sorrow is the main component of life. If there is no sorrow, you can never find the beauty of joy. May be you are sad today, but have faith on life; you would be happy tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow.
If the start is worst, the end has to be best or life would have lost its charm.If there is a mountain that can’t be climbed, know that the mountain doesn’t exist. Giving every chance a try is what makes a real worthy life.
And at the end of the day, I have thought about life again, and I got one thought to share -
‘Every time I feel down, I think that every thing happening to me is spices of the delicious dish called life, I need those spices to make my dish tasty.’
I should start taking my advices eh?

*★.• The moment you get attached to things you screw it up! The challenge of life is to appreciate everything and attach yourself to nothing. *★.•
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