the inner you

I need to have an idea as to where am i going? away from me or towards me? its really necessary for me to walk towards me and each step towards proximity will be very significant, and so will it be as i will move away.
its not easy not to fake and reveal what you actually discovered about yourself. because what you discovered could be hideous and unacceptable, but at the end it is you, whatsoever. because soul knows no rules and an unconscious does never go by the society, and there we lose the beauty of uniqueness. the individuality of a "mind", and so we fail to understand it.
why do we do things to be presentable and acceptable before the world? why were the one's who spoke different truths underwent barbaric deaths? why can't the world take in the fact that a mind knows no bounds. 

monsoon

this is the monsoon of dreams, unleashed desires, a season to set you free...nothing can quench the thirst of a soul like this. this is the monsoon of satiety. moss green walls swollen furnitures and doors, a contagious infection lingering in the air. it asks me to stand and watch the spectacular performance of the raindrops.this is the monsoon of celebration.

swimming unrestricted throughout the pond, happy with the rain that was spreading the happiness around. such short life spans yet they have no deadlines to meet, nothing to do before they die. they are born just for the season happy with the rain. they belong to this monsoon which inturn belong to them. happy frogs in a pond. what a sight it was... i love monsoon. for once lets be those  slimy little things we hate and live just for the season, just for this rain. i felt so thankful that it rain three months of the year. why cant we be greatful for such small things in life.

as never as happy as i was this season which went by...

monsoon

this is the monsoon of dreams, unleashed desires, a season to set you free...nothing can quench the thirst of a soul like this. this is the monsoon of satiety. moss green walls swollen furnitures and doors, a contagious infection lingering in the air. it asks me to stand and watch the spectacular performance of the raindrops.this is the monsoon of celebration.

swimming unrestricted throughout the pond, happy with the rain that was spreading the happiness around. such short life spans yet they have no deadlines to meet, nothing to do before they die. they are born just for the season happy with the rain. they belong to this monsoon which inturn belong to them. happy frogs in a pond. what a sight it was... i love monsoon. for once lets be those  slimy little things we hate and live just for the season, just for this rain. i felt so thankful that it rain three months of the year. why cant we be greatful for such small things in life.

as never as happy as i was this season which went by...

life...a lesson

If at the end of the day you have a good feeling about yourself, then nothing is wrong and nothing is right. If while lying in your bed in a dark night, you don't fear the shadows then it was a good day which went behind.


I feel satisfied when i see smiles on those faces. i feel what i am doing is right. no matter if i am personally convinced with it or not. few things go beyond your personal agreement, you do it for others; because there won't be many times when you will get a chance like that. though i haven't been really good lately but still am not that bad as well.
I have been unlucky in few areas. It feels as if all is lost. i don't know how real that really is but the loss seem so real.
there is no benefit to keep sticking in situation that will head nowhere. sometimes the imagination is so real that you want to stay in it, and when the real picture is revealed, it can be hideous. when the bubble breaks it make no sound. but the pain is not surmountable. It will pass because everything does. that's how things work. nothing's constant. change is the ultimate truth. I feel thankful that that's how it is. it's so perfect, the whole mechanism. what you predict is most unlikely and the surprise you get is the least you expect.