Through the peephole..

I don’t want to be outside
Knowing you through a peephole
I want you to open the gates
And let me flood in
Know you wholly
I am done
Living life your way
Knowing the parts of you
You wanted me to see
Now either let me see you wholly
Know you wholly
Let full submission be a part of us
Or cover the peephole
And bid me farewell
Because peephole is
Not letting me live
And not letting me leave
So, help me
And choose something
As I always said to you
You have the reigns & chains
It’s time again for you
To choose from options
And get me or forget me
I am just a closed door away
With the smile you like to see
With the heart you like to love
With the words you like to hear
Hopefully with the love you like to have

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P.S. : Today’s song is Outside by Staind. One of my favorite 😉

Feel alive..

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Happiness is something that we decide ourselves. There are a lot of reasons to be unhappy, but we choose to be happy because it makes us feel alive.

Happy Teachers day to everyone. We all keep on learning till the end. During death, we learn to die, permanently. See, that’s also learning. If you are willing to learn and gain, then Life can be a wonderful teacher.

P.S. : Let’s Welcome the happiness & positivism in our lives. Today’s song Welcome of Fort Minor.

Frequency of inspiration..

Read about an atomic nucleus?
It has protons
And electrons and neutrons
I don’t know about
Any recent discovery made
So each nucleus is the replica
Of our big, humongous universe
You agree?
Great! Thank you!
Similarly, we ourselves
are replicas of God
Or the super power
We believe in
Because we got
IMMENSE power within ourselves
Wanna know how?
Think about your heart ache
Think about the demise of your close one
Think about the injury you suffered
Think about the frustration
Think about the anger
Think about the irritation
And also the solitude
And still you are here
You are alive
You faced it
You SURVIVED!
Did anyone help you?
Yes, of course
Who?
Friends, families
Books, smiles
Strangers even
But don’t forget
You helped yourself
You inspired yourself
This feeling came from within
From that heart
From that soul
Which is like a nucleus
A very small part
Of this big, humongous world
But still a replica
And irrespective of the size
All are tuned to the same frequency
Frequency of inspiration
We don’t know who is being inspired
By seeing the smile on our faces
By seeing how we are facing dire situations
Still we are leaving impact
These impacts
Gives rise to inspiration
But you need to have it from within
To see it
To feel it
To match the frequency
To replicate it
To spread it
To evolve yourself
And also the others
Difficult? I know
Impossible? C’mon!
I never thought, I would be writing something
And people would be reading my work
But here we are
I never thought, 400 people would be following me
But here we are
I never thought, I would be Who I am
But here we are
So, accept who you are
And inspire others
And automatically, you will be inspired
You will be evolved
You will be You
Who you ALWAYS wanted to be
Also satisfied by what you become 🙂

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This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

P.S. : My source of inspiration for blogging is my cousin Chinks. And, many of the other people(outside of WP & here also) 🙂 I have decided I will share 1 song in each post this month and also share the link for you to tune to. Today I am listening to Chandelier. Super awesome song & loads of covers. Happy weekend and take care 😀

Worth a shot..

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What makes you young?

What makes you wild?

What makes you free?

What makes you yourself?

Is it something external

Which is known

Or something internal

Which is unknown

And you are in search of that

And you don’t know whether

You will find it or not

But it’s always

Worth a try

It’s always

Worth a shot

Gambling for happiness

Risking to be yourself

Because you matter

To yourself

Are you ready

To find who you are?

Get indulged..

P.S.: Tune to Summertime Sadness. Indulged in this song since morning 😀

Brand new ending..

Everybody wants everything
Everybody needs love
Everybody seeks peace
Everybody craves power
Everybody longs for that special one
Everybody desires happiness
Everybody avoids pain
Everybody loves smiles
Everybody deserves care
Everybody looks for beauty
Everybody wants to write their own story
But as each story has many characters
And each one of those
Impacts on the script
Similarly, each one of our known
And sometimes unknown people has a role
In OUR STORY
And shapes the events of it
And hence the ending we think for
OUR STORY doesn’t always take place
Something different
Something Beautiful
Sometimes worst
Also happens
And we have to accept it
Let the ending be written as it happened
We can imagine and write it as a
Brand New ending
Just as we thought it would be
But man, not always it happens
Ad hence let others also
Be a part of OUR STORY
And write their part
In their own hand
And I assure you
They will try to make
YOUR STORY more beautiful
By making their character the Protagonist
And hence the plot becomes
Powerful and twistful
With many MANY
Good characters
And hence the ending
Is more PERFECT than your
Brand New ending..

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P.S. : I have been listening to LOST STARS since today morning(in loop) and got Brand New Ending from there 😉

Art is the real champion..

Love the art.

Love the stunning art.

Live the art.

Then comes the artist.

We tend to incline towards the artist rather than respect the art.

Messi. Ronaldo. Both are great but the ultimate champion is football.

The ultimate winner.

Similarly, Eminem, Beethoven, MJ all are great but no one is greater than music itself.

No one can compare & tell that J. K. Rowling tops George R. R. Martin or vice versa.

No! They are writers. The world they portrayed is different. Hence the ultimate champion is us. The readers. No anyone of the whole bunch of writers.

So, we should learn to respect the art first & then the artist & not compare.

Our each days are different. How can 2 personalities be not different and some day one leads & some other day, the tables are turned.

All are champions as long as art is done with passion.

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What is your take on this?

stumble upon a writer..

Am I the protagonist?
In real life, may be.
In fiction, of course, who ain’t?
A normal person
Thinks the same.
But what about a writer?
What does he think?
Does he always have to sit
At a coffee shop to
Feel the plethora of ideas
Rushing to him?
Or does he have to
Dream about them
And then write
And make his dream
The dream of others
Made by the beautiful, knitted words
The world of words
Sometimes written
By a pen or typed
And in the days
When these plethora of ideas
Keep on rushing
Even though you shut your brain
You gotta take help
Of a broken pencil or even a nib
To write them
And give your ideas power
And strength to shake the world
Having the rug swept out from under your feet
Tumble you down
So that you can stumble upon a writer
Within you
And give them words
And make them shout out loud…

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This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

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Adore style..

Keep locking and popping
Keep dancing and jumping
Keep rocking and rolling
Keep running and flying

Be here and there
Be cautious and fair
Be happy and stare
Be loving and dare

Let the world smile
Let it’s people adore style
Let you never be vile
Let everyone know you for a while

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Are we THAT important?

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“The world is small enough to know that we are important, but it is also big enough to know that we are not THAT important.” – Darshith Badiyani 🙂

What are your take on this?

Thanks to Mon for nominating me for Quotes challenge.

Secrets..

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With each step ahead
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Sweat from the brow
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Destination beyond horizon
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Next level of dehydration
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No one to help
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Track me by the sweat trail
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I may not go long
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I may stumble in the next step
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How did I reach here?
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Oh, I am tired to move anymore
The sunburn hurts
The injuries hurt
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Have been dragging my feet
Since last 6 hours
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I have been free
Since the same last 6 hours
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Before that
I was held
I was a hostage
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I was kicked, punched
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I was beaten
By a stick, rod, belt
You name it
I was tortured
Several teeth cracked
Limbs broken
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But I didn’t give up
I didn’t tell them the secrets
I sacrificed my life
Life of my family
My mother, wife and son
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But didn’t tell my enemies
Anything valuable
Luckily got hold of a blade
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Killed 2 and in return
Got shot twice
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Running towards the border
But, where is it?
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I know I won’t be able
To meet anyone anymore
But
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At least I will not die a hostage
Not as a turncloak

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A herd of Eagles hovering
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