To Rejuvenate Myself

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When I feel very low ,I look down....

When i feel pretty high,I look still up....

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Dig into the past

Hey you..

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Hey you,   You the lonely soul wandering   remorselessly in this wretched place, lost.. Do you think, you will last? Hey you, You the reason behind countless smiles in this world.. When was the last time you carved a smile on you? Hey you,   You the melancholia masked   perfectly under your serene face, What do you get for yourself, by hiding these monsters underneath? Hey you,   You the one trying to run   away from every shadow, When do you think you will reach the end of the world? Hey you,   You the one dreaming   of a non-existential stable fable, How do you propose to wake up from your deep slumber? Hey you,   You the one trying to fill up that void deep inside you, What are you fishing for in shallow waters? Hey you, You the one longing to pour your love out to...
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We might as well be Strangers....

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I see in your eyes something malignant. Why don't you spit it out? Right on my face, rather than on my ass. Prick my heart, if that's your choice, from the anterior, though! There's something more worse than hatred, I realize it now, quite late. Its your kiss of indifference, you unleash upon me. The eye of a stranger, you stare at me. Have you lost your past? Didn't our days last? where and why have you gone? Am I incompatible with the souls of the universe? Don't ever prove me wrong! I can move without you. I have shoulders to cry. Hands to hold. Friends to hug. But remember one thing, I never said "Goodbye"..... this post is dedicated to my roomie , for having been on my side through hard times, erasing my loneliness of me, though he didn't know whats going inside me!
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The Mythology of Hope..

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What do you see? A fragile silhouette about to collapse. A distant fury of ruffling feathers. A frail cry from the deep blues. A disguised embodiment of bottled emotions. A slideshow of your favorite disgusting memories. A disillusioned future soaked in colorless amber. Do you see anything at all? or   Do you see everything? Try to change your focus. Maybe you will see what lies beneath, or at least, that something lurks underneath. Maybe its dark inside and outside, that you have chosen to be blind, easily. Switch on a light. Strike a match. Do you still see the same? or   Do you choose to see the same? Why choose light,   When you can stay   blind and silent in the dark? Why prefer hope, When you can brood and   rest in peace ? Now, we are on the same page. You see, what I speak of. ‘Move on’, you say; But I h...
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The Journey of Love

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A movie with no hope in the beginning turns out to be the trigger for this post or write-up or article (depending upon where I tend to publish this). The name is Pyaar prema kadhal (meaning love in all the languages); Like an elixir churned out from the magical pot, love never ceases to amaze us, even after turning out to be the concept of at least a hundred thousand movies, worldwide. So how did love survive through various periods, from the stone age through the king’s rule and the renaissance era to the modern world, we now inhabit-ate?   How did we discover its sheer magic or invent its vast potential? What were the sacrifices we had to pay to alter its course through the carved out path, which we later named as culture? What made us to classify the people which are the roots of the evil of our present system?(Rich-poor, caste, Religion, Region, Race, Nation, even Gender!) The law of the majority - isn't it a curse? Now lets take a detour of ...
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In our Own selves....

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Do you know where I am? Do you know where you are? Do you know where we are? The grass isn’t green. The snow isn’t white. The light isn’t bright. The taste isn’t sweet. The atmosphere is strange. The air is misty. The vision is out of range. Your cheeks are thirsty. The sky looks pitch black. The birds don’t seem to fly. There is something the winds lack. Even the hard rocks cry. Is this place, the Mars? No it isn’t. This is something familiar. I had been here before. Losing the skin you possessed. Gaining superficial colors you never need. Exploring the mind you never had. Dreaming about the rainbow you never will have. Do you know where I am? Do you know where you are? Do you know where we are? I am buried alive… You are buried alive… We are buried alive… In our own selves...
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Allodynia

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I see green on the other side. I see an oasis amidst the sands. I see a shore across the blues. I is my mind. Blind is my eye. The mission is to see and see through it. The vision is blurred as you reach for it. The mirage is elusive. The malaise is exclusive. The mind is delusive. The pain will be there. The scar will be there. But the strength and courage will only rise. Life will endure  and enlighten; Pain will pass and empower; Only, if you smile at your miseries! 
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