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Turn the pages…

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Life? What exactly is life? There is so much more in life then what we see. Life is beyond people we think are important, but they are not. Life is something we need to live and not just breathe.
There is a reason we are humans, else insects are breathing too.

A little late, but I am realising this. And learning the lessons of life bit by bit, new chapters each day. Life is about turning pages and trying to revise what we learned from the previous chapter.

Life is like different seasons and I thought it will always be harsh as winters. I forgot that it rains too. That flowers bloom after the winters. That spring comes in the city and it’s green and pink and red and yellow. Life is beautiful with or without any one. Life is something we need to look within us and instead of creating home outside, create a home within. Do not seek what you can find inside, and I am learning this.

It hurts in the nights still, but next day sun will rise and it will shine again making  that pain go numb. And it will disappear soon.

Night will be there but it will see a new dawn too, because that is inevitable. The ultimate truth is this, that the earth will still revolve and rotate and it can not be Night always. Or winter. And when we feel we are completely shattered, we start healing again. Life is about picking those shattered pieces, put them back, throw the useless one out, and make a masterpiece out of them again.

I learned this, I am still learning this. That’s why I am wandering. That’s why I am still, and everyone in one way or other is a lost soul, trying to find out what’s in life. Moving, falling, shattering, learning, healing but over all, living.

And I am what I am. And this is me..

The Lost Soul

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Posted in #void, Hope, Random musings, Strength, Writing

The feeling…that stays.

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Life goes on with or without anyone. Life doesn’t stop for anyone. Really? Is that so? Well life actually stops. I mean right, you live your life, you can’t stop doing that but there is something that’s missing and you can’t really help it. You miss the presence of that one person in your life. That person keeps on revolving in your mind day and night and midnight.

You wake up suddenly and there is this pain, you can’t help but cry. Because even in your sleep your mind kept wandering and reaching out to those parts you tried to hide somewhere. They reach out to you  and then the wounds and it hit you exactly in the guts and you feel helpless and broke. You can’t do anything about it.

Life moves on. Right. It’s just you that stops and stuck and shackled.

Even though I came back, I can’t return completely because I just can not. Though I won’t stop trying.

And I will keep on fighting each day with myself.
I don’t need anybody but me and I am learning this each day.

Like the sun and the moon and the star, I will Shine with my own light and I will have my heat and I will burn this world to ashes…to create my own.

Till then I will be Me..and I am enough.. I will be there..and I will find me..
Until then
I am

The Lost Soul

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Me & My Jabbering Mind.

AA269CE8-8A20-46AE-94C5-1AF2B6F53C56.jpegIsn’t it strange? How we meet people. At that moment they are just that. People. We don’t know who they really are. They are just someone we look and we hear and we interact. Then some out of these people become important for you. It could be anyone. After a while you don’t just look at them you see beyond looking. You don’t just hear, you listen to them. Sometimes things they don’t even say. You don’t just interact you mingle. There is this vibe you get from certain people.
I don’t know but yes I have felt so much of these vibes when I interact with someone. There is division in these vibes too, positive, negative and neutral.
Sometimes I meet some random person, and he/she is carrying that aura that attract, that is positive vibes which without even knowing that person makes me feel good. Then again there’s someone who just have negative energy around them. I don’t know is it connected to the hearts?
No I don’t prejudice. Of course how anyone could judge without knowing anyone. But what here I am talking about is not judging. It’s beyond that. An energy, a vibe. A kind of connect that you have with someone.
A kind of strong feeling that comes in you. A force that wants you to meet them again or to not to see their face ever.

But with some people it just happen, right? The heart and mind just fail at the same time?
I was an introvert. Not anymore though. But I was. All shy meek and a girl lost in her own world. I never cared enough of the world. I was always sitting in the corner of the playground when other were busy in playing or gossiping. My teenage years brought out a change in me, as they all do to every guy or a girl I guess. I started speaking my heart and mind. Sharing my thoughts. But I can’t count myself in extrovert either.
I am in between, an Ambivert. I still don’t find myself comfortable in meeting new people. I find solace in few I know. Is that connected to the vibes thing?

Why am I talking all this? I don’t know! Some people leave an impact. Don’t they? That too really deep. Sometimes that’s a scar. That too bloody. Sometimes memory, happy? Sad? Sometimes both. How moments spend with them makes you smile and cry at the same time? Smile that you felt that happiness and warmth and that affection once upon a time, and a tear reminding you that those moments won’t be repeated and that’s all you will have. The memories.
I don’t really know.
I am always confused. Thinking. Lost.
Anyhow, I don’t really know what crazy things I am talking about right now. The mornings are cold now. Nights are chilling. I find myself still lost somewhere. In someone.

Thank you for reading my crazy mind.
I wish I could write this much in my exam paper.😂

The Lost Soul.

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The Aching Aspiration.

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That’s all I know, how in the morning you craved me and How you used to make love.The way you’d hold me. Caressing my face, The warm embrace.That and a little more.The time we spent and moments we shared, a springtime of my life.The laugh we both had on your silly jokes.And that kiss, in the car? All of these making my heart bleed like a knife.Now all of this is so far, those moments just were there.That first ice cream? Oh and that first road trip? Your funny smile and your lovely face, that used to make my heart beat race? I miss all of that and a lot more.That’s all I think now a days and nights too.What did you say?that I failed to hear.How to ask you all those questions, when you aren’t near.That is all I want to know.After all that affection,Why did you leave and why did you break?
Me, my heart and our dreams,
Why? Just why?
I wish I was and you too, we end up in another dimension, where you would love me like I do,and we are together,Yes, that will be Perfection.
That’s all I think.
All of this and nothing more.

The Lost Soul.

 

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Mind’s Labyrinth

 

74CE85D1-E3AA-4623-A1FF-EBBF28F52F09Sitting here
Besides night lamp
I am wondering
What to write
Love? Life?
Love is life
Life is love
Yes they are synonyms
Of each other
Night is progressing
My mind is wandering
In the labyrinth
Of my thoughts
Still stuck in between
The question
What to formulate
Memories? Pain?
Recollections hurts
Aren’t they?
Metonym of one another
My journal
Waiting for my pen
To move
My heart still lost
Deep in thoughts
Of him and his love
He is my love
My love is his
Him and love
Means a world to me
I end up closing the diary
Writing nothing
The night spreads
It’s darkness
Around me
Inside too
The little light
Is my only hope
Opening my heart
And my thoughts
Pouring out
My heart reads
Words trickling
Hands bleeding
Stumbling on
Past and pain
That rainbow
And the rain
Of him
His memories
Love diaries
My mind
Now at peace
For it find
The escape
Into the world
Where it no more hurts
Now no more with the words,
I fight
My heart running parallel
And I write
I write,
I write.

 

The Lost Soul. 

 

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Love, Timing & Midnight Blabberings.

Okay so they are just random thoughts I go through. You really don’t have to read these non sense my mind creates. If you still want to then hold on to whatever you are holding as this will surely take you for a ride.💃🏼
Going down on the coaster…..

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Is there a thing called Wrong Timing?
What I am trying to convey is, is this even possible to meet someone and fall head over heels at the wrong time?
Or meeting a really wrong person at the right time? Out of both scenarios which one is correct or even possible? But the million dollar question is which one will you accept???
Then my thread of thoughts follow a different route and that is could love be Selfish? And if love is selfish was it love after all? Can someone sacrifice their happiness for someone else? And even if they can? The question is that they should???
No,more important is , Is this Sacrifice making any sense? When for the one you are sacrificing won’t be happy because you gave up your love and that is making you unhappy and when you yourself are unhappy how could you make the other person happy, so that results into ruining of your as well as that other person’s life because you don’t have an iota of a clue what should be done?
Now as I have mentioned in some
Of my earlier posts that love my friends is undefined.
So the next turn my mind takes is Can Love happen Twice? And if it’s happening for the second time Was it love for the first time? And when it’s going on for the other time? What to do with the first one? If only it was love?
So now again, Is there a thing called “Wrong Timing” Like when you meet Mr. Right at the wrong time or “Mr. Wrong at the right moment?
What would anyone choose? Life gives you choices and Chances? Or does it? No one is really sure though. Are you? Am I ? Not really. So again,
Is there really a thing called Wrong Timing or it’s Life knocking on your door, and asking you to open the Right one this time. Nope! No Darling, No peeking from the window.

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PS: yes ! My mind work like this. Welcome to my Crazy lost mind 😁😁

Of course

yours

The Lost Soul.