Supreme One

We don’t read for the sake of reading

Some do

We don’t write for the sake of writing

No one does

We don’t eat for the sake of eating

Some do

We don’t sleep for the sake of sleeping

Again, some do!

We don’t smile for the sake of smiling

Some do

We don’t create for the sake of creation

Some do

We don’t kill for the sake of killing

No one does

We don’t cry for the sake of crying

No one will ever do

We marry for the sake of being married

Many do

Just to regret & repent

But then the damage is done

This is just an example

From the whole list of mistakes

Which we all can do

With less thinking

We don’t have to be anyone else

To be someone

We are ourselves

And we’re awesome

Don’t do things for the sake of doing it

There’s no fun in that

No lessons in that

Just wastage of time

But if you do things

With some percentage of genuineness

Then you evolve

The thing seems genuine

Pieces start falling in right places

Words seem to make sense

Rivers seems to find oceans

One seems to be many

And many manys’ together

Becomes the Supreme One

P.S.: Mondays’ are urghh! So to soothe this feeling, here is some soothing music of That Kiss by Tiffany Alvord ❤ Awesome singer, awesome song!

Still picture of you..

I saw you walk away from me

Into the misty road ahead

For that very last time

With your hair tied in a bun

With orchids in one hand

And your cell phone in other

It was a difficult thing to see

And thankfully you didn’t look back

Or else you would had seen

The few drops of tears on the ground

And a confused expression on my face

But then I realized why you didn’t look back

Because if you would had done

Then I would had seen

Your face with spoiled makeup on cheeks

Your kajal all over your eyes

And all excitement of meeting me gone

And then I remembered what you said

Two months back

‘Darshith life is not only about you and me

Its about everything and our families too’

And I felt at that time what you said made sense

But didn’t ever thought that this one sentence

Will rob you away from me

And now all I am left with is our memories

And the still picture of your hair with bun

And phone and orchids and SILENCE !!

Afraid of what not..

We are so very afraid

Afraid of the known

Afraid of the unknown

Afraid of being rejected

Afraid of not meeting the expectations

Afraid of giving it a try

Afraid of keeping it in the heart

Afraid of letting go

Afraid of letting in

Afraid of the stormy night

Afraid of the peaceful dream

Afraid of the closeness

Afraid of the distances

Afraid of being in a limelight

Afraid of being ignored

Afraid of reaching greater heights

Afraid of not giving it a try

Afraid of daily routine

Afraid of the buried past

Afraid of the uncertain future

Afraid of the being a burden

Afraid of speaking up

Afraid of showing true emotions

Afraid of hiding true emotions

Afraid of what to do

Afraid of what not to do

Afraid of anything

Afraid of everything

Afraid of the never ending list

Afraid of life crawling away

Afraid of the people walking away

Afraid of things falling apart

Afraid of the choosing sides

Afraid of not following your heart

Afraid of following your heart & getting nowhere

Afraid of the known

Afraid of the unknown

Afraid of being afraid

Afraid of being unafraid

The more afraid you are

The more courageous you will be

Provided you want to stop being afraid

And become unafraid and free.

Counter clockwise moment..

I am trying to sleep staring at the ceiling of my room

Concentrating on the blades of the fan

How they are moving counter clockwise

And their peculiar movement brought back

All the hidden and long forgotten memories

It is as if I am looking on a projector

The blades of the fan not being any hindrance

I can see us talking on the couch

Laughing and teasing at the beginning

Being friends and exchanging numbers

Then talking to each other late nights

Trying to make the other smile when gloomy

Trying to make the other special

All those times of intermingled fingers

Of closeness and of intimate moments

All right there in front with the best smile

On her face and the feeling of completeness

On mine and the air filled with love and care

There were moments of tangos and dancing

And laughs and me on my knees

And she covering her face with her palm

There were moments of quarrels also

With her facing the other side

And me holding dairy milk but with vain

There were times of support also

When my Grandpa expired and she was there for me

Holding me right and trying her best to make me feel better

There were times of anger with no one letting go of ego

And not talking for weeks but just 1 sorry

1 smile was enough to make things straight

There were hugs and touches and locked lips and trust

It was US there and then a drop of tear

Rolled down from the corner of my right eye

It was like reality punched me at my gut

And all I could do was turn my side

Rub my face on the pillow

Hoping that she is happy and not going through the same phase

And not looking at the fan helped me

Avoid the past and gradually I was

Inside the blanket of sleep!!

Crying is good for inner self!!

We have so many feelings buried deep within us. These feelings resurface and to name a few like love, hatred, anger, jealous, pain, sadness, kindness and lots..

We have ways of displaying these feelings like hugging, kissing, spreading smile, holding hands, throwing things, winking, crying..

We all are familiar with all these feelings and at some point or other in life we feel these feelings and act on these in our own unique ways..

Crying is the first feeling we feel when we are born. We cry even before realizing we’re crying and crying is always so very deeply entangled to our soul. One doesn’t cry just because he is sad and failed but also when he’s in fear.. when he’s happy.. when there is too much going on in his life and crying becomes just a passage to lighten his heart and sob for sometime to make the passage of time slow and make him realize that this dark time too shall pass, so taking extra tension won’t make him feel any better.

I hate to admit it but I seldom cry but when I do, I prefer having a good sleep after crying. I sob a lot with hiccups at the later stage of crying. Its a very soothing feeling for me because I rarely allow it to visit me and when it comes I embrace it with open arms and keep it near me for long. There have been many times when I wanted to cry and I know the situation also demanded me to shed a tear or two but there was no crying even though I felt the urge of crying but nothing.

Whenever I cry, I don’t like anyone watching me may be it makes me feel inferior or weak.. I know crying is not something to be ashamed of but it’s just that I don’t want people to see the lesser known side of me.. So whenever I feel like crying(which is very very less) I go to the washroom and calm myself down by crying. But then I accept the fact in front of my parents and siblings and friends that yes I cried and that too in a washroom 😀

So, even though crying is a very rare feeling for me but I feel connected to it and I know it makes me feel ‘UP’. At least, my eyes are cleaned naturally while crying.

I also believe in crying as much as I want but only once for any same reason. Never more than once. But I know it’s not within my control.

Cry for the sad, the dead, the helpless, the weak. But make sure you are back to yourself again after the moment and don’t let the same reason make you cry again.

Lighten your heart once in a while,
Darshith.