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May be it doesn’t matter anymore.

It’s all, about you.
So many sad eyes on happy faces.

Why are you allowing to wither in your self?
Do you still have those bits and pieces of who you were?
I believe, they are yours.

Because you let fairy tales; you grew up reading in books, to be true.
The whole point of being with someone is so you can talk your heart out with them, without feeling being judged, who smiles at your best and stays with you at your worst.

But may be you’re too late.
You no more know how to talk.

May be it doesn’t matter anymore.
I’ve seen it through you.
You held it long enough to let go.
Stop holding those bits and pieces
of where you no longer belong.

Close your eyes to old ends
and open your heart,
to new beginnings.

You are brave, you know;
I’ve seen you dance
through the flames that ramble against you
when you set yourself
on fire.

You’re kind, you know;
I’ve seen you soothe those
who never bothered
to know
the ache inside you.

You’re more, you know;
more than this,
more than you ever were,
more than anyone could ever be.

You’re made up of thunder, fireworks and sunlight.
So, rise like the sun, and burn.

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What no one tells you about your mother’s love?

“Behind all your stories is always your mother’s story. Because, hers is where yours begin.”~Mitch Albom

Yesterday was my mother’s birthday, piece by piece my mother was being stolen from me. I was thinking to write this post yesterday and show it to my mother as a surprise but I couldn’t even do that. I like to call her ‘maa’, but I hardly do. We never express our love for her. Neither do I. I feel she knows. She knows it all. Anyways here it is. When it comes to understand her love, it’s difficult! really! Let’s figure it out together!

It’s a holiday!, I shouted.
No, come here sit beside me for a while. She said.
I was busy with my summer internship work,sat by the laptop for the entire day. She cared for me. Even today when I am writing this I had to complete a report and didn’t go for dinner. She was the one who was bothered about me from 10 o’ clock itself to come and have dinner. But I didn’t go.Now I feel cruel. I should have gone.

Mother.
She’s a woman who’ll not only hear, but listen, take your side forever,tell the truth — or not,as her child needs it. A woman you can count on,no matter what happens, and who’ll love you no matter how bad you may make her feel. As she sees you grow, she would bless you every day.  But don’t you think why she’s harsh on the surface? Yes, she’s harsh only on the surface.

“Every tiny detail about her, her flaws, her laughter, her love,everything and anything about her holds a special place for me in the world.”

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“God know that a mother need fortitude and courage and tolerance and flexibility and patience and firmness and nearly every other brave aspect of the human soul.” ~Phyllis McGinley

People say mother’s hug- The only drug that works every time, costs nothing and has no side effects. I don’t hug my mother often. She says it looks artificial. I say all other kids do hug their moms, why can’t I . The very moment she hugs me. And that’s the most beautiful moment for me, when I forget everything and get back to those good old days, when we spent a good time together.

“Maybe a mother wasn’t what she seemed to be on the surface.” So, how to get to know her?

Sometimes she’s there to lighten the darkness. At other point of time she’s there to shield when lightning streaks the night and when thunder shakes the earth. She’s there to love, And her love has no beginning or an end.
We  have once shared the same body. Now there’s a part of her in mine and mine in her soul. I know she’s getting old day by day, year by year. But there’s something permanent and inexpressable, about losing her — a wound that will never quite heal. It would be a goodbye to myself. Losing a part of mine.Forever. But a part of her’s would be still there in me, which would keep me alive.

Oh God! bless our mothers, she’s the reason of our very being. To know her just close your eyes and go to the deepest part of your heart and you’ll find the answer.

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Yawning connections.

“Everyone wants to ride with you in the limo, but what you want is someone who will take the bus with you when the limo breaks down.”
~Oprah Winfrey

Someone told me do blogging as an when you feel like doing nothing. But I would rather say I write when I feel something, and want to express those feelings. So here am I. Today as  I woke up, a thought struck my mind, who are FRIENDS, what is FRIENDSHIP. Then as strolled through the park, I fabricated the whole idea.

First of all, let’s look at facts. According to Oxford Dictionary we have it as “A person with whom one has a bond of mutual affection, typically one exclusive of family relations”. Then they have taken the definition into sub-points as

  • an acquaintance or a stranger one comes across
  • One’s close relatives.
  • A person who supports a cause, organization, or country by giving financial or other help
  • A person who is not an enemy or opponent; an ally
  • familiar or helpful thing
  • A contact on a social networking website

Okay, so a simple word has these complex attributes. Let me explain it my way. If we look on general terms a  friend is someone who is a well-wisher, always there for you, not a friend for mere sake of any benefit. But you’ll hardly find a person with all these attributes. So, we take it okay and are contended with what we have. Let me make a generalized statement for myself, “I am always in good terms with my friends, a healthy relationship.” Yes. I am, because I offer more expect less. But friendship is never like that dear readers. It has to be a two-way channel.

Talking more about the relationships I have. Firstly with my parents. Umm.. no I don’t want to discuss it right now,may be some day later. It’s a little hard to explain here. Let me tell you about some other kinds of friends I have met. It’s been an year, I have left High-school, but I still don’t mind dropping an Hi! to those friends occasionally for their know-how, although I was not in much close to them in school. But I don’t find that kind of enthusiasm from anyone else’s side. I mean they hardly feel the need to reciprocate the exercise I follow.
Ultimately you lose friends when you move over from one place.  You have to move on.

I am telling you by the time one reaches college, if one’s active enough into the varied activities, their college is bustling with, one can make many friends. But again I end up with a question Are those folks really my good  friends I can rely upon wholly ? I really don’t know. Sorry, I do know. They aren’t. Okay forget that. Let’s ponder upon the phrase  Best-friends. I have no idea. I have got none. Don’t be surprised. Yes, I do  have some good  friends but  I still don’t know whether to call them best-friends.

“The only way to have a friend is to be one.”
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

The truth is one day every individual you call a friend will leave. They can’t be there forever. As time passes, people change and we make new friends. But as I told you about my behavior, I am  a kind of good-girl. Haha, I am serious. I still have room for all those souls I have met in life, I remember the memories with them, I try to keep in touch and that’s enough for me. I consider every other soul I pass by as a friend, classmates, elders, relatives, teachers, seniors, neighbors, co-workers. Anyone. There’s an old couple who live near by. They are very sweet. I love to hear their stories, about their children and grandchildren. May be I can call them friends too.

I don’t express everything to someone I would like being friends with but at the moment is not a friend. I rather prefer to listen. My friends, all what I have, say that’s where I lag behind. I should speak more to people. I do speak but I want them to first listen, listen to the voice of soul, what I want to tell them.I might not say a thousand words. But I would make you feel even littlest of thoughts and I wish you to reciprocate the same. If you can,then you are connection. If you can’t, then I can’t help it.

Remember, there’s always a reason when you meet people, may be you find your new connections or discover the best ones. Eventually one and all of your relationships will fall into yawing connections. So never  forget the yawning ones, because one day they were the best you had.

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