Perplexities About Simplicity of Life

Yesterday, I sat down to paint so as to divert my mind from thinking about a day I very much wanted to forget, and surprise! The painting I ended up making exactly resembled the pattern of the dress I was wearing that day, so much so that if the painting and dress were shown to some stranger he/she will certainly believe that either the dress is inspired by painting or vice-versa. What made me create something related to a day I so wanted to run away from? The best answer that comes to my mind is ‘subconscious’. it perplexes me, It seems like a magical trick to me-an illusion. Painting is an escapade for me, when my mind gets too weary of thinking about something I can’t seem to get away from; I pick up the brushes and colors and withdraw from the world for a while. Needless to say, my paintings never find displays outside my room; they are far too personal for that. A painting listens to me when I am dying to say what I know and nobody cares enough to listen, it’s like hugging someone and crying your heart out , knowing that this very person will understand every single little tear drop of yours. World’s biggest miracle as well as irony is, what we keep on seeking for years and years on end and are often not able to find, is buried deep inside us all along.

                                                                  Every decision of ours affects the universe in some way, even if you are sitting idle at this very moment; it has its implications. Whatever you choose to do, affects not only you but also the higher order of things. Every human is important in that way. Your yearnings and journeys are not meaningless they have given you some wonderful gifts, may be you are just not aware. Nothing you have done till now can be put out to be unimportant and neither can you be said to be unimportant ever. You are very crucial to this world, your doings affect the world in a unique way so be very careful in your choice of what you are going to do, it will affect the cosmos in some way.

Life to us numerically is ‘these many years’ say...he lived for 64 years, but qualitatively life consists of just the few days out of these years; the days which are unforgettable for us.  When I decided to paint, to me I was just painting with some colors and few brushes on a paper to get my mind off of something, but actually I was recreating a day without being conscious of it. Likewise we do many things without being conscious of them so choose wisely when you have to decide ‘what you ought to do’.

wishing you a happy life…...:) :) :)

HOPES~~~~HAPPINESS

Hopes are the drops of joy in ocean of life.But what when this hopes seem to be nowhere!!! when there is so much darkness around you that you have almost forgot what light looks like!!! At that time have faith in god's plan :),he knows the map of your life while you know only the way you have followed till now and the road ahead till it takes that bend and you don't know what you will have ahead waiting for you.The darkness must remind you all the time that light exists and you must keep on striving for bathing your life in light to expel the darkness.Have faith because it is a pre-requisite to have hope...and to have hope is to have happiness. 
wishing that you have lots of happy moments today...:)

This Pain is a Blessing

 It hurts.It hurts in a 'want-to-curl-up-and-die' way.It hurts terribly,but I won't cry.I won't let go of this pain through tears.I won't let go of 'U' that lives in me.I am that kind of stubborn.yes,i do smile.I do say 'i am okay' to everyone and you too because i want you(you and only you and no one else :in a way this is an extension of adulation i always had for you) to look into my eyes and know that however much i say that, i m not at all okay.I want you to hold me in your arms and let me cry my heart out.I am not delusional,i know you will never be around because you can't,you are now the part of the world,not my world.

I sometimes think this is not pain.It is something that goes so deep that it becomes incomprehensible to me.It has made me grow in a way that was totally unfathomable earlier.It isn't that it feels good or sweet,but the outcome is accumulation of a revived,afresh flow of strength,vitality and a profound appreciation of  the cosmos.

I know whatever i say,do or write,after all doesn't matters.Because those broken teeny weeny shards of colorful glass that our life was,can't be glued together again,much like irreversible chemical reactions.

I now apprehend that acting mature is like being bind by shackles,but it is the only choice offered to me under the socially acceptable behavior expected of me.I am encompassed by the ironies life keeps serving on silver platter,everything as well as nothing matters concurrently.

Baadal..Barish..Hawayein

Barish ke sath jo mitti ki khushboo aati h

mujhe tumhari yaad dilati h

abhi nahi ho tum mere pass

par barish ki bunde mujhe tumhari aawaj sunati h

andaaza nhi h ho kahan tum

par ho tum salamat ye hawayein mujhe dhire se keh jati h

sham ko ghar wapas jate baadal

meri aankhein bhar jate h

mujhe tumhari yaad bhut aati h...yaad bhut aati h...

{this was dedicated to me by my bestie...:)) }