Expressions

Control is what everybody wants in their life, stability to withstand every extremity of emotions, tailor-made conditions to live by which ironically turn the situation more complex and retrograding. We humans are wired as such to commit an action overlooking the consequences at first, and at the very instant when we realize our mistake, we are bound to these relentless thoughts which are emotionally driven and so the intellect loses the command.  This is where the problem starts, the cycle of events which run their course in our heads, the introspection which is determined to make you feel guilty, there's no avoiding it, tears falling down, a rush of anxiety, wishing for the universe to give one more shot.... This situation repeats itself and we find ourselves delving inside our hearts, searching for something which has lost its meaning already. Irrespective of everything that we stood for seems trivial. In that moment we define a new self, one which has emerged ...

Dear Self, I write this letter so that you may have a glimpse of your past to look upon and maybe this would serve as a purpose which you need to fulfill. Now I don’t blame you for every bad deed that’s occurred, every inevitable event that shouldn’t have happened, that could’ve been stopped, only if you’d been a little more stronger. This letter is to remind you if you may change, that what kind of an individual you were, a two-face character, the kind of person whose personality is defined by the type of people they’re surrounded with! You know it’s really embarrassing when one lies to themselves, you keep on giving yourself this sense of relief that one day you will overcome your overwhelming horrors (if it’s gonna come, that is(apologies for sounding so blunt)) I’m not going to manipulate here, I’m talking to myself, how can I, but then my heart and my mind are not at one so it feels as if I support one and betray another. You know, you’ve been blessed with every happ...

It’s amazing how one glimpse of someone who’s unbeknownst to you produce seeds of imagination in your mind. When you’re lost in the inexplicable fantasy of whom that person might be and what possible connection you might’ve shared with them in another life. There’s a form of attachment which just pulls you to them, while you’re in this bedazzled state, where in an instant of time your thoughts are spinning, your mind travelling to the far distances, blurred lights and what not. Some say that the eyes are the windows to the soul, when you search deep into them, you might be able to relate all the suffering and heaven-sent cherished memories one’s recorded into their lives. Expectations which are imparted right through them, which might tell you all you need to know while still remain deadly silent as if nothing could ever seep through. It’s when you can’t express yourself, where you find yourself helpless or it’s difficult to interpret what one’s desires are, may it be the love of ...