To the simple things in life

Ha! I have been wanting to write it for so long,every time i have lost that temper of mine which by all definitions has a very short tolerance. Trust me it has happened more than often. The funny or rather amusing thing about your whole life tagged as a short-tempered individual is that you fail to realize or comprehend whether you are a victim or the culprit. There's one  side of the story depicting you as a cruel,heartless,self-centered loser while the other side treats you as a sick who needs help. The world is divided here. Immensely. We tend to  loose that patience on  everything that is not done our way. Being impatient is second nature to us. The composure loses before the results even arrive. That by all means makes me a villain but having a reality check on yourself is always fruitful. To make things even worse, you feel guilty every time you lose that temper of yours. The voices in the head pinch the hell out of you every now and then making you feel burden...

 I see the  lifeless you, the empty,the hollow you. You remind me of a withering flower,  that has lost its vigor and bloom. Your eyes speak your heart, and trust me my friend, it's all anguish and remorse, fear and distress. What is it that you are failing to hide? What is it that's so deep to approach? You are not what you say. Your mind has abandoned your tongue. And now you think i am fool enough to be trapped by your false facade. I wish one day you drop the veil. I wish one day you decide to speak. I wish you follow the light for once that will take you on better roads.                                                   

Boundless, infinite and vast Love needs no boundaries, nor it ever halts It's like the  river,the one Coelho talks about  with no explanation of why it flows on a certain path. Love thrives in the universe our eyes behold. I have felt the love in the rain that transcends, sensed it in the flowers that gloom. Love took me to see the shining stars, and then it surfaced with the rising sun. It grows with me, it grows within you. I love your heart, i love your soul. I love how you speak so elegantly pure. I love your strength and i love how you fight. I love you for everything that makes you,   so angelic and lovable. So true.

I,the hope. You.the despair I,the faith.You,the fear I.the gratitude. You.the thankless. I,your positive.You.my negative. Unintentionally and uncontrollably, i am falling prey to you. I thought i had command over myself, but your energy is tearing the strength away. I believed i was unbreakable but you are testing  me beyond i can sustain. You,anxiety  follow me no more,  my mind looses every time more than before. Every minute that the clock ticks,i fall prey to you. They judge,you merry They lie.you acknowledge Because every time it happens, i cry a little I,the failure.You,the winner The more it happens,the more you grow on me I don't want to ,but i am falling prey to you.    

                                              Why are you so enchanted by this world                                                        when a mine of gold lies within you? Have you ever thought about this claustrophobic feeling you get when being detained in a prison of your own worldly desires that seem so distant and the energy you have wasted in trying to reach out to them, is it all worth it? Ever thought?  With the immature and faulty  minds that we have grown up, we often ask ourselves,what will happen if we are left behind? How important it is to have what the others have? Isn't everything about the money? The richer you are, the better good looking? Why not show off a bit? Sadly our crave to be noticed alwa...

We see with the eyes but we see with the brain as well.Seeing with the brain is called imagination. We are familiar with the inscapes of our imagination because we have lived with them all our lives. Then, there are hallucinations. They are not part of our creation. They are not under our control. They seem to come from outside and mimic perception. It was summers of 2012. I was spending  vacations with my aunt in Portsmouth. One fine day my aunt received a call from a friend that she was attending a conference nearby so wanted to visit. My aunt welcomed her and informed us that a visitor is coming over and then she said and i quote,"You might find her a little different but don't worry". Aasia was in her early 40s. She was tall,grey haired and very simply dressed. A doctor by profession, never married. We started talking. Discussed anything and everything. She was intelligent. Owned a house in Glasgow. Loved her job. Not for a single minute did it occur to me that th...

My mother was right for once. Alya did come back with her husband, Arham. They registered in UK as husband and wife and rented a house a few streets away from ours. Arham was 15 years older than Ayla, as i had expected. He was the dominant one in their relationship. But then most men are. Ayla did join school. However, she had changed so much. She hardly talked. Hardly laughed. Liked being isolated. Nothing broke my heart so much than to see her like that. Above everything, she had started to maintain distance from me too, which killed me inside. My only sister was a stranger to me now. It angered and frightened me at the same time. I was angry with the way she was treating me. I was angry with the way she was treating herself. I was angry that she was keeping it quite. I was angry as to why it all happened to her. And then i was frightened. There was a lot she was keeping inside, hiding away. I feared her life.  "Ayla, how have you been? Don't you think we should talk. I ...