A day in my life....

सब झुंझ रहे है अपने मैदान मैं पूरी कोशिश करके फिर भी परेशान से आशा सब को है ज़िन्दगी चल जायेगी चाहे कितनी भी नाज़ुक हो अंत मैं संभल जायेगी 

We all are fighting our own battles... Surpassing our own mountains... We need our sights through the focus of our light.. We need our way ...through the night and day We dont give into the battle Dont demean away our mettle We try not to resist....in the end we continue to exist Such is life.

its time to look for another shore to search and knock another door rented passion values no one whats broken once cannot be undone you did your bit now move on walk another path...just be strong...

Silent tears Realized fears Unsaid loss Internal chaos Memories galore Orphaned shore

Life has off late has surely been mentoring me by putting me in situations perhaps unrealized to myself. On one end it was the birth of a young one in my family teaching me the joy and fragility of a young soul growing up with all the special attention that they require While on the other I happened to meet the very hands that brought me up, cared for me and made me almost who I am...my grandmother. Today as she lies in bed on the sunset of her blissful life. How vague and how different are these two ages...both need care both need a person to take care of you...while one needs it to grow stronger and faster the other leads to survive or even pass out the final years of life painlessly. So strange is the mystery of life that we take it for granted. We wait till we find the ideal way of life. To try and practice the best of what we understand and have gained over the years...but we have so little time on this planet to do that...so little time to even realize a few things..

Swiping through facebook Reading through whatsapp Tweeting through twitter Meeting through gtalk Time will pass by Just to make u realize, you were living a lie. Browsing through TV Reading through the news Cribbing through the neighbours Critizing through the phone Life will pass by Just to make u realize you were living a lie.. Faking aspirations Surving through narcicism Sifting through frustrations Living through illusions Before this facet of reality you may deny Life will pass by...

As strong Amber sunlight breaks out at dawn...I wait patiently outside the airport bidding goodbye to my parents once again. Staying away for last 7 years from parents has a feeling of a different kind...and maybe the thought never crossed my mind that time has passed by in a jiffy....thanks to the "be practical...avoid being over emotional"  value your family ...being strong was always more important.  Everyday as the sun rises over the horizon life takes a new meaning a new dimension. But we stay oblivious to the change...because we are focussed into our lives, focussed on being successful or winning smaller battles. Growing up is so much similar to a day...starting at dawn with little or no idea of the rest of the world... And then slowly u get to know the world with more and more knowing u reach a peak a time when u think u know the whole world... Just like the sun in noon...and then starts the evening a pleasant experience where u slowly give into the sunset of life

We are all born alone...through the eternal silence of the womb to the noisy pandemonium of this world. It's surely not easy journey for human life to strive through the constant battle of survival not just through the means of the unknown but also through the social constructs built by humankind before us to help us guide through this world in a so called sane manner.. So we survive and outgrow with the constant feeds of social shocks to keep our so called ego struggling through the  web of cultural complexity of human kind. We get our identity...or maybe the one which we think is ours and try to stand by it to make our existence meaningful. But little do we imagine that most of what we have and what we have built in our damn small heads is the consistency of our flown down thought processes from the past. Who are we is then the question... Or maybe what are we...just humans in a part of a process that repeats itself over multiple lives...or are we really special after al

A mirage of images i dont want to follow Those brutal damages i dont want to swallow These paths untrodden i have walked before the winds keep blowing but there is no shore I have not any reasons to cry But then in moments i get lost why?