Waiting for the end,
I want the end.
Done with the race of life,
Done with the competition,
Done with running away from people,
Done with the goddamn LIFE
Where is the PRIZE?
Hurts in the head,
Hurts in the mind;
Feels like putting my hand inside
And setting things apart
Where is the RELIEF?
In Thy mind, I fail.
In my mind, U fail.
@ The end, WE ALL FAIL.
Where is the SUCCESS?
Bewilderment and things left unsaid,
Understanding and things said to hear out,
Where is the END?
Finding the beginning
The start of the loop,
At least THE END
Everything has to come to an end,
I want the end.
Image courtesy: Rebecca Bostic
It was a quite normal evening as always, I was wandering around in the chilling weather. Watching the stillness of the surrounding due to the chilled weather, all the things appeared unlikely.
The stairs, street light, flowers, garden, leafs, shredded leaves of the trees and everything around.
People often say beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but I feel you should have that inner eye to add to that beholder’s eyes who can experience the beauty of nature in everything around. This empowers to see those things which others barely feel the presence of.
These were the few clicks that took during that one fine day…
I have been gifted with a strong sense. I can sense fear, love, danger and losing stuffs etc etc.But when it comes to the sense of smell, I can say I have more than needed sense of smelling things. I normally smell anything I eat. The food first goes into near my nose and then come a step down to reach my mouth. I love the smell of the things I use, eat, drink and write.
My senses all are strange
And it really makes me change.
I like the smell of things
Those frighten others.
I smell those things
Those others find weird.
I like the smell of the hot water,
But, I hate the smell of the toothpaste.
I love the smell of the New Book,
But, I hate the smell of an Ink.
I love the smell of an Old book,
But, I hate the smell of an old cloth.
I like smell of the Rain,
And I like the Smell of a Medicine box
The Smell of an old lady, Smell of the bread,
Smell of the babies. Smell of the hospitals.
And the list goes on…
I love my sense of smell for many reasons. I can smell things which aren’t here. For a fact, my memories start with the smell. I can smell people. I can smell my boyfriend when he isn’t around.
Magical thinking!! Yes I experience this every time.
Today, I am busy working at my desk, surrounded by ringing phones, clacking keyboards, hissing fax machine, flickering monitors. From nowhere I smelt my Boyfriend. Strange!?
I do smell him, in a crowded bus; I turn around and search if he is in the bus. Nope, he is just in my memories.
I think & recall those times, when I have smelt him in this way. I strikes to me that I should post it in the daily post forum. I open the page and I see the post already. I was the 176th person to like that post. And I started to write about it.
And I love my Sense of Smell.
An extra room has magically been added to my home overnight. WOW! what a gift; that would be my perfect day.
To add on Only three items! That would be even perfect!!!
I would enter with my thoughts, dreams and imagination and let no one enter it. That room would be called as “Imagination and Solitude Room” for a peaceful soul.
Whenever i want to hide from others and be alone with my thoughts, i would rush into that room.
I wanted to be free but they clipped my freedom.
A Thought was inside me, they said, “Don’t swing.”
I meant to soar with my thoughts,
but they built a cage and said, “Call it home.”
As the phrase says it ‘view from the third eye’ the third eye (also known as the inner eye) is a mysterious concept referring to a speculative invisible eye which provides perception beyond ordinary sight. The third eye refers to the gate that leads to inner realms and spaces of higher consciousness. People who are claimed to have the capacity to utilize their third eyes are sometimes known as seers.
If we can’t become a seer, at least we can have a different vision for the problems we face in day to day life.
Whenever I have a discussion with my friends, colleague, peer group, family and elders about the difficult situations and other problems; I always notice that they tends think only in one single way. Whereas, the same situation will be solved if it’s seen from a different view.
So I Call It A View From The Third Eye.
Think of your longest relationship: describe how your love has changed over time; did you go from the giddiness of infatuation, to mad passion, to deep respect, esteem, and friendship? Tell us about your love story.
You need Relationship/s attached with you to lead your Life; you don’t need a life just to pilot your relations.
Life will be fruitful provided, you let go your relations freely. If you tighten it up with your Prejudice, Pride, Ego and Self Centered love; the relationship will never stay long. The term “Longest Relationship” depends on how you behave in your relationship.
According to me, our love never changes. It can survive the test of time. It should endure the test of time. Relationship never ends, life does. It just shifts its state from one to another. Very seldom, it continues to be the same. My story is one among them.
Our love story is carried over from our past life. From the time, I realized about the sentiments of the life, family & society; I had an immense love, affection, and lust; whatever you name it. For almost a decade, I never expressed my feelings to him. One fine day, I got the same kind of response from the love of my life. Once we both realized that we had the same kind of feeling for each other. The decade which we had lived felt like just few hours. Though, our relationship had no romantic dates, outings, movies, expensive gifts, candid photos and all; we both understood each other very well. We dint have an opportunity to use cell phones to ping and call one another, every alternate minute. Yet, we conversed through our silence.
Over a period of time, we both realized that we can never make it together till the end. We both decided to move away from each other. It was the most immensely difficult decision for both of us. We had to make a choice between leading a happy life with each other struggling, juggling, and fighting over with your loved ones and to conceal our feelings deep inside our heart.
Our main motto was not to hurt our family and loved ones. We both make a choice to dump our feelings and corpse it deep in our heart. We let go our relationship for the sake of better relationship with our family and society. Our relationship did never end. If this is considered as a LOVE STORY, Yes ours is an everlasting, never ending & the longest relationship ever.
It’s been more than two decades now, but still we have the same feelings in us. The difference is it’s not expressed or felt like others do. If, we have tightened it with our self centered love, we may not be so contended in our life. We may not be happy, but we are contended. Happiness can never be self centered. It is always in keeping others around you happy.
Happiness is in spreading happiness to others. You can never be happy if you tend to be happy at first and then make others happy.
“Life will be fruitful provided, you let go your relations freely.”
Kerwin Rae, a Businessman, coach, mentor, author, investor and International speaker from Australia shares a story.
Once a group of 500 people were attending a seminar. Suddenly the speaker stopped and decided to do a group activity. He started giving each person a balloon. Each person was then asked to write their name on it using a marker pen. Then allthe balloons were collected and put in another room.
The people were then let into that room and asked to find the balloon which had their name written on it within 5 minutes. Everyone was frantically searching for their name, colliding with each other, pushing around others and there was utter chaos.
At the end of 5 minutes no one could find their own balloon.
Then, the speaker asked each person to randomly collect a balloon and give it to the person whose name was written on it. Within minutes everyone had their own balloon.
The speaker then began, “This is happening in our lives. Everyone is frantically looking for happiness all around, not knowing where it is.
Our happiness lies in the happiness of other people. Give them their happiness; you will get your own happiness. And this is the purpose of human life…the pursuit of happiness.”
I am living with my boyfriend and my cousin sister. The house is located in the most congested place on earth. The minute you open the door and step out, you can’t even hear to your own thoughts in your mind. The Street is Jam packed. The front door is painted as “GOOD CRAP” in the weirdest fonts that are accessible.
One fine day, we three decide to push the boat out for getting liberated by the demon’s effect and its activity from our house. We are leaping with joy and feeling the fresh and relaxed air around.
Days pass by with ease & Joy…
On that particular day, we resolve on to backing up of our camera photos. The camera stops working normally and it will be working the nastiest way ever. During this flash of a second, all our photos from the earlier functions start to reappear; which was seemingly lost or deleted. We take a call to save all the photos and my boyfriend drives to get it reproduced.
I and my cousin agree to freshen up and go for supermarket run. She hurries to her room and me to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. As soon I enter the kitchen, I notice something unusual, a bad odour & I could sense that something is off beam. I look around for clues and I see a saucepan on the cooktop. The cooktop is on, for god knows how long!? The pan is sizzling red and seemed like scorching with fury.
It looked like it’s going to liquefy at any second. I move closer, and attempt to put it down from the cooktop. Dreadfully, it slips and drops exactly in front of my leg. I headfirst to pick it up and I become conscious that I am in mid-air swaying like a balloon. That very second, I agreed that I am once more a dupe of suspicious demon’s influence.
I don’t give up; I start to hymn Hanuman Chaalis mantra, which seemingly helps you to be brave & to get out of such horribly, frightful things. Regrettably, I can’t even spell one single word. Instead, some bizarre words come out of my mouth. Soon, somehow the Saucepan comes in contact with my hand and my hand is burnt very badly.
Finally, my cousin comes in to the kitchen. With great relief I look out for some kind of help from her. Disappointed, I find that she is not willing to help. She is way too startled & terrified than I am. My love, with an intention to frame our memorable moments from past, lose me to the doorway of the horrifyingly haunting demon’s hand for ever.
I AM DEAD!!! I wake up with a big jolt and I am petrified, palpitating with fear. I look around my dark room and realise it’s the worst nightmare I have had.
to be continued…
We met; he taught me to smile
And we were lost for a while.
We met; he taught me to style
And we were in a trend to entitle.
We met; he taught me to fly
And we were in the fresh air.
We met; he taught me to cry
Which made us tough to say bye.
We met; he taught me to dwell on my mind
Which shifted my dwell to his kind.
We met and I bet to never let me go
But he fated to go with the flow.
We parted for a long time
And set to stay far away for the lifetime.
We met; he taught me to smile
And we were lost for a while.
and still, after all this time, the sun never says to the earth - "you owe me."
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