angelic one's

Love is a beautiful illusional space to be in Illusional because many things are assumed to be true the way one expects it to be Expectations of what makes one believe that ' we are meant to be together ' Such assumptions are necessary as that's  where certain jargons of life called trust and faith eases into relationship When expectations turns out to be untrue, aftermath begins Aftermath of love has one common thing to share with then illusional time Here one is living the same moments of love by recalling it But the perception of once happiness being taken over by suffering Suffering is very real, inexplicable, inevitable and traumatic Such suffering cannot be summed up in words between two inverted commas or a book I assume even great poets have failed to convey what it is like to suffer When everything one desired for comes to an end, the hopelessness takes off for an unwarranted, undesired journey An amusing thing about such journey is that, the tipping po...

How many number of times a day do we look ourselves in the mirror?? And most of every such time we are posing just one question "Do I look alright??" expecting a confirmation from the reflection part of us that   "You look perfect" or "You look pretty alright" or "Not bad" We have been doing this day in and day out so much that its almost like an unnoticeable self centered routine part of us, among others things This evening I watched the trailer of a movie called "Wonder", which revolved around a kid called Auggie having a disfigured face due to multiple surgeries The trailer was indeed moving After watching the trailer I was forced to think as to "How many times do people having a disfigured face or people having marks on their faces look themselves in the mirror?? If they do even once a day or a week, do they expect a confirmation from the mirror as to how they look?? I'm not really sure, what reality is.... But I...

This is few years after parting away Im seeing her again Standing across a distance accompanied by a stranger Putting on a beautiful smile I have wilfully dreamt of this dreadful moment for many a times Dreadful because of the varied outcome it entails One of the most dreadful outcome was in answering to myself, Will she recognise me??If not Such lack of recognition would define what I meant to her It would exactly mean what a crowd of people walking under the bridge mean to a  person standing over the bridge for a smoke As no crowd ever had any face, All they have is a very visible unidentified presence More importantly it says a smoker just doesn't give a damn It would be more than any human indignation possible, as it also reaffirms that you are not remembered Which would prove that my favourite song "you are not alone" by MJ which use to bring some respite at one among many moments of despair,  was not for me My heart started gathering pace with beati...