IN PAST””‘Love””’IN PRESENT

Love love lov

I Lov u to the life

I lov you to the stories,

I lov you to the smiles

I lov you to the differences..

I lov you to the adjustments

I lov you to the neptune

I lov you to the infinity

N THERE IS YOU……………………………

U Love to the confusions,

U love me to the contusions

U love me to the present

U love me to a different love but not the love

U love the love in past which is the present..

U love the love you lived and loved..not the love you live

u love the love in memories not the love  which is besides..

U love the feeling you loved not the feeling you get to love..

Yes you loved to love…you loved to love

Yes I lov to love you..yes I love to love you..

sOMEWHERE WE WILL MEET……

 

 

From higher education to highest education.~PhD a fairy tale

I was happy with my studies till I didn’t switch from study to custody of PhD. Freinds, fun, faith, honesty, cheating, bunks, love and time.. I had all..Phd took them all, time in experiments, faith in people around, love and friendships in texts, bunks from rest only. Ya. It was tough indeed, if you are opring 4 something different, difficult and sacrificing your youth in getting something not so appreciated despite of the hardships and the face that it is the highest degree if this universe..It take guts. It take life.. The person you knew when you entered and the person you became after achieving this fairy tale are 360 turned. It is not a degree.. Itz a life you acheive.. With the slightest flick, the beat changes. Frustation, depression , aggression, pressure, failure.. Everything comes and stays.. Splitting up and enduring the scandalous new self. Threat, opportunity and oddity.. You learn to live with all these situations. And trust me.. Tou learn.. Despite of every thing you learn.. Countless give ups.. Countless reasons to leave.. You learn to survive..

Don’t quit.. It is beautiful.. A fairy tale..

Triaging Life: A conflict between what I live and what I want to live

The life comes in sections. Sections summarizing various moments. In every moment we calculate, recalculate, characterize risk-benefit from the memories captured, people met and things we did. We go with analysis of our brain or heart, our I..

whichever is dominating at that moment. We are always analyzing, always.. consciously or unconsciously..Standardizing life without effectively knowing it..without fully living it..Because we are passing this moment in sectionization of another moment. Trailing this moment so far for a moment coming far or gone far.

Nothing * is everything. Time is precious as they say and this is the only thing which we are passing trashy, analysis..characterization …precious to pass…

Section:Life

Inclusion: What society allow

Exclusion: How you want to live

Triaging life: Still in a doubt between what is rite and wrong for living life.

I am broken thatz what matter.

The way we break the person in front of us just by knowing the fact that they get affected by our words and just with a logic that we are broken by or better if we say broken for someone in pasresent*..This word is because we don’t ourselves know that we are in past or present. We loved in past and we are in that deep sweet love and we are unable to accept, we are able to accommodate but we are nt able to feel. Or we can feel on our moods now because the person in front is in deeply and lively feeling with us.. So let them do that and just go with wtever the words, mood and swings you have.. Right or wrong.just hurt them.. Because I was hurt.

Rain~ Take it all; Give it all.

Rain takes it all. For me rain is mandatory. It brings warmth, it brings clearer world, it brings sense n then it brings memories. I don’t like the idea of umbrella or raincoats. 4 me itz like encspsulating something to cover overselves from reality. Rain is happiness. If anything is governing this universe, itz nature. Nurturing us when we require most, lesson~ing us which we require most.

The ants make their home with utmost dedication, hard work and team work. Rain takes it all. It destructs everything. They have to leave it. But their calibre, their characteristic is to build the home again, with same power, dedication hard work and team work.

There will be rain again, It will be ruined again. Despite of the fact that you have to start all over again in the future, despite the fact that it was ruined in the past they focus on the present. And the present is survival.

The utmost necessity is to live in present. To enjoy present. To give your bestest 4 present. Rain give it all.

Just what I take and what I give: Itz what I learned from nature. Rain is a beautiful lesson.

What is yours?

JUDGEMENTS are LIFE ¿

When being peaceful is judged as being blunt.

When being silent is judged as being angry

When being a giver is judged as being irresponsible

When being a helper is judged as being available

When being an appreciater is judged as being fake

When being honest is judged as being rude

When being girl is judged as being weak

When being cheerful is judged as being happy

When being a non responder is judged as being opinionless

In those moments you learn to convert hurt into love. Deep inside the silent zone of yours you get to know that u will be judged 4 what is not true.

YOU WILL HAVE EXPLAINATIONS. YOU WILL HAVE QUESTIONS, EXAMPLES, REASONS BUT YOU WON’T LET IT BE YOU TO BE THE SAME JUDGEMENTAL PERSON. EVERBODY HAS THEIR SIGHTS BUT, YOU HAVE AN INSIGHT. AND YOU WONT LET IT GO. NOTHING IS TRUE ABOVE YOUR INSIGHT. YOU ARE WHAT YOU FEEL NOT WHAT OTHERS SPEAK.

DON’T LET JUDGEMENTS OVERPOWER YOU. EMPOWER YOURSELF. EMBRACE YOURSELF. KNOW YOURSELF.

You are water. You can take it all and give it all. Keep flowing, life~ing and storming^.

#LOVE #LIVE #LIFE.

Soul for the sake of life

Sitting with night and the only soul around is me. The soul is a beautiful treasure which doesn’t like to stay long. Itz not often that I get to see her. I guess she is also afraid of being raped or molested after the harassments, I bring to her. She wanted freedom with purity. But I lost it somewhere between personal and professional barriers. It costed too much. I couldn’t afford to keep her pure and free. It’s lost in judgemental eyes between the bitching words and frightening heart to keep the money minded thoughts in the name of achievement and growth for pleasing society. And this ego.. This ego bared her naked and buried her deep inside the grudges, lies and above all.. Love*. So it comes with a scar, stay a while just to heal me and then again hide from me. I can’t find it in bright light or dark night. It finds me and again I loose her.

THE CULTURED GIRL

Emmy got 86 % in high school. She was happy. This was the time to celebrate the long awaited success. She directly went to her father to ask if she could go for a celebration with Reim and Mali. He was in cloud nine and permitted her. Emmy chose a pair of denims and Tshirt she purchased from her pocket money after a collection of almost 7 months. She was about to go when her father Mr. Kumar shouted on her for wearing jeans. He said ” This is not our culture. Is this a way to dress up? You shameless haramdi. you want to showcase your body. Why don’t you go bare. You have ruined my name.” He slapped her and the happiness was tormented with her hairs. 

Continued…