Almost Nothing

Anger in response to anger is more anger. Bad as a response to bad is only more bad. Wrong as a response to wrong can never be right. In life, two negatives do not make one positive. An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth - where will all this lead us? We so keenly observe the enemy’s traits, so much so that we eventually acquire those traits. How often in dealing with the enemy we become like the enemy! He was a personification of honesty. However, he found himself in situations where his honesty hurt others. So he began to resort to lying, not wanting to be a source of disturbance to others. The inability to deal with his honesty was the weakness of others. Now, he has developed a weakness to counter the weakness of others. Will weakness as a response to weakness create a better world? She has always been a plain and simple soul. Of late, she has developed the doubt that her husband is doing things that he doesn’t tell her. So she has started policing him; she has been thinking of...

You will never know the total cost of your education, but for a lifetime you will recall and relive the memories of school and college. A few years from now, you will forget the amount you paid for hospitalisation, but you will always cherish the memory of having saved your mother’s life or the life you get to live with the newborn. You won’t remember the cost of your honeymoon, but to the last breath remember the experiences of the bliss of togetherness. Money has no memory. Experience has. Good times and bad times, times of prosperity and times of poverty, times when the future looked secure and times when you didn’t know from where your tomorrow would come from … life has been in one way or another a roller-coaster ride for everyone. Beyond all that abundance and beyond all that deprivation, what remains is the memory of experiences. Sometimes the wallet was full … sometimes even the pocket was empty. There was enough and you still had reasons to frown. There wasn’t enou...

I know we are not meant to be together but still my heart only craves for you.  Every inch of my body craves for your presence.  It doesn't matter how many times my brain strictly ceases my heart to not thinking about you and wanting you but my vulnerable heart always wins in the fight between choosing you and letting you go. This is just the sign how much I owe my heart, my soul and my body to you. Loving you, wanting you will always lead me to the eternal and countless sorrow.  But my love for you is endless and beyond any imagination and this is what makes me strong enough to love you this hard and this is what gives me strength to not give up on you. Yes, I can love you and still let you go for me this is what love is all about.  Love could never be forced between two people it could only be conspired between those who passionately want to be in it.  Why should I stop you to stay by my side?  You never asked me to love you this hard.  Y...

The girl with blushing face, Having the cutest smile one can see; Who is the only person who gives thought of writing Even brighter than the blue sea. Her name is the only thing in my mind That brings the dreams, She is beautiful like Venus, and; Improves mood like natural vaccines… I wrote your name on the sky, But the wind blew it away. I wrote your name on the sand, But the waves washed it away. I wrote your name on my heart, And forever it will stay. His unrequited  Feelings: "He remembers those vanished years.   As though looking through a dusty window pane, the past is something he could see, but not touch.   And everything he sees is blurred and indistinct.”

The way her voice melted all my sorrows, And her laughter made my heart leap in my chest, As if an angel, she popped in my mind and smiled, Like the moon she is, she calmed my mind. She sounded like a melody, Who captured my heart the first time we talked, How, why and where, doesn't matter, Because she was what my heart yearned for in this lifetime, As if she was all that mattered, My heart leaped in my chest, as she looked at me, The way her warm gaze had me, And the stars in her eyes drew me in, She was entrancing and exquisite, In a way no other could carry it, She carried all that love inside. With her tiny frame, and small Doe eyes, The small palms, and the eye smile, As if she was made to capture hearts, With every simple act she did, She had me swooning. An angel indeed, with the beauty of a devil, She held my heart in her palms,  As if she had the magic of an elven, Ageing like an vampire, With the colours of pixie, Her heart like an fairy, With the connection of a werewol...

You make me laugh when I want to cry , You make me live when I want to die , You make me smile when I want to frown , You turn my life upside down . I need you more , Than you can believe , & Love you more , Than you can conceive . I know we fight every now and then , But please know that I , Will love you till the end . I just know that you're the one for me , & the only one , there will ever be . I'll never tell you the word goodbye , And love you till the day I die . I hope that one day , You'll come to realise , That how perfect you are , When seen through my eyes...           

An aspiring youth joined a daily as an apprentice. After three days of rigorous training and induction, he was asked to go to the field and come back with a story worth publishing. After toiling through the streets and braving the heat for close to six hours, he was returning to office with a sense of failure as he hadn’t collected a worthwhile story. He came to a junction where three roads met in a ‘Y’ formation. He noticed two buses speeding towards the junction from the two opposite roads, oblivious of what they were heading for. An accident seemed almost inevitable. The young reporter used his presence of mind, ran to the meeting point of the two roads, vigorously waved both his hands, screamed at the top of his voice and eventually succeeded in stopping both the buses. Hundreds of passengers from both the buses took the youth’s hand into theirs and thanked him … some even kissed him. However, on hearing this heroic story from the young reporter, the editor of the newsp...

There is a subtle difference between ‘waiting’ and ‘waiting for’, and in that lies the difference between ‘peaceful progress’ and ‘stressful success’. The farmer has ploughed the soil and planted the seeds … now he must wait … Where man’s responsibility ends, existential responsibility takes over. Now if the farmer knows the art of ‘waiting’, he will wait peacefully. Instead, if he waits for the sprouting, then every passing moment will make him restless and stressed. His mind will keep rattling - “Why isn’t it happening? Why not yet?” Even if it eventually sprouts, he has already traded his peace for success. The damage is already done. Have you pressed the button for the elevator … now wait … it will come when it comes. ‘Waiting for’ the elevator will make you pace the floor and make your eyeballs go up and down … as if that will speed up the elevator and make it reach your floor faster. Have you placed your order with the waiter … just wait … waiting for the waiter will make the wai...

I love dreaming about you ...because I get to see what we are not I get to wallow in everything the future says I get to see you grown and happy I get to see the best part of you I love having thoughts of you Thoughts of how much I love you Thoughts of me imagining everything it could turn out to be I get really impatient to see if we will never let go I love that I love you I love that I love letting everyone know it's you I love knowing I have to concentrate just on you  I love having to think and escape in your presence!

Trapped in a body  Filled with insecurities  And  a mind that doesn't Work   the  way society wants it  Daydream of a new life nightmares of suicide  Are the things I see all the time  Couldn't understand  Why does  this body feels So foreign to mine  Working hard for the things I want  Loosing focus in a minute long It's frustrating to see other people laugh  While I  am going through my 100 th mental breakdown in a 12 hour clock  Easy to say than to be done Always reminding myself  Trusting ain't no fun Can't speak when I have to Couldn't stop when I want to getting jealous of my friends  Even though I claim to love them  Stalking my ex  When I was the one who dumped them  Sometimes I feel too much  And then I just feel numb  Can't figure out  Is it my  hormones ? or Am I  just Dumb  Right now I am laying on the floor   wishing I could...

Irrespective of what happened to you yesterday, irrespective of what you did to the world or what the world did to you, irrespective of anything and everything, you have to wake up every morning and trust this world all over again. I know it is easier said than done, but you don’t have a choice - just don’t have another choice - because your peace is entwined with your trust. Without trust, there is no peace. Distrust leaves you distressed. In the thousands of times that you may use public transport, your wallet may be picked a couple of times at the most. Even when you don’t trust the world and check your wallet every few minutes, some competent, professional thief will get the better of you and pick your pocket some day … but it would have cost you a million opportunities to be peaceful otherwise. The eyes that see every co-passenger as a potential thief would have ruined your peace thousands of times, while trusting the world would have made every journey peaceful. Be wise and not o...

If you are happy in life right now, it’s not because everything about your life is necessarily going right, but because a relationship that really matters to you the most is going great. If you are unhappy in life right now, it’s not because everything about your life is going wrong, but because a relationship that really matters to you the most is not going great. Relationships are like seeds. They have to be nurtured and developed. Expectations are like weeds. They grow on their own accord. When enough investment goes into building a relationship, the expectations in that relationship can be managed. When a relationship is left neglected, then the expectations in that relationship shake the very roots of the relationship. Our problem is growing expectations in stagnant relationships. Let us use the metaphor of a savings bank account. Deposits build the reserves in an account from which we can withdraw - but we can withdraw only to the extent we have built the reserves. Similarly, wit...

You came into my life when I was alone another time  Sowed the seed of love in my barren soul Made me feel what love is for another time Made me know what it feels like to be loved Made me understand what true love is I felt good about myself for the first time I made sure I was apt for you in all possible ways I could I was willing to give up everything for you expecting only one thing return That you would stay with me You are that one person made me alive after years of mournful love stories For the first time I thought those who left may not deserve me You shaped me in every way most surprisingly without your knowledge I learnt me I learnt love I learnt companionship  I learnt trust  I learnt care I learnt affection But I am still in the process of learning you You surprise me every day  You made sure if I am okay even if you weren't You took care of me in a way that you wanted to be taken care of You had love for me in various layers You expressed yourself in va...

When lived honestly, life heals itself. The truth you resist is the battle you fight. You have dumped clothes inside a washing machine. The machine has performed its job. Now the clothes have to be taken out for drying. The longer you keep the clothes inside the machine, the fouler the odour will be. Don’t take it out for a few days and the stench will become unbearable. So it is with our thoughts and emotions. The more and more we keep building thoughts but do not communicate, and the more and more we feel the emotions but do not express, the greater becomes the gap in the relationship. How long will you sweep things under the carpet? Eventually it will come out; and when it comes out. it will come out in unmanageable ugly proportions. Thoughts formed but not communicated, and emotions felt but not expressed become incomplete cycles. Incomplete cycles linger alive in the subconscious. Metaphorically, the lingering incomplete cycles are like scratches formed on spectacles - anything an...

I have often seen children blocking the path of an army of ants on the wall with their hands as a prank. The ants spontaneously find an alternate path and keep marching. The child now blocks even this path and the ants simply find another path and move on … The child, driven by mischief, uses his fingers to push a few ants off the wall. With resilience and spontaneity, the ants begin their climb once again. Whatever be the obstacles, however difficult the hurdles may be, the ants go on with the belief I CAN. Till they die, they try, they fight, they strive and they march on believing I CAN. They lose this sense of I CAN only to death. I have seen bulls pull excessively overloaded carts on flyovers and overbridges. One step at a time, struggling through every inch of it, they make it. They may have been victims of man’s exploitation, but all the same they never give up. Even blades of grass and the almost invisible micro-organisms keep growing against all odds with the belie...

             ~~He is not that into you~~[movie name] It seems, ‘the need to be pampered’, rather than ‘the need to be loved’, is the greatest craving. What’s the difference? To a lot of people, being loved means their loved ones should always be soft with them, always agree with what they say, never complain or criticise, never push them beyond their comfort zones … basically leave them as they are, and not show any signs of wanting to change them. Pampering is - love me only the way I want to be loved. Love is not love that pampers. Love is love that makes a difference. Pampering weakens you. Love creates you. No man is perfect. There is endless scope to improve. Except those who love you, no one else cares about whether you improve or not. In the name of tolerance, pampering will leave you with your imperfections. Even at the cost of hurting your ego, love will give you feedback to make a difference to you. Pampering works on your ego. Lo...

 i need a relationship in which I don’t have to keep explaining myself. Nothing is more tiring than having to constantly explain yourself. Emotional tiredness drains you far more than physical tiredness. So, the search is for that one relationship in which I can enjoy the freedom of trust, where I don’t have to explain everything about me. I need a relationship in which I won’t be held against myself. I have my strengths. I have my shortcomings. The search is for that one relationship in which my lesser side will not be provoked and instigated constantly. I want that one relationship in which my positives will always be brought to the surface. I need a relationship in which my today is not viewed with the mistakes I made yesterday. Being human … I’m bound to err every now and then. I want someone who won’t maintain a database of my mistakes. The search is for that relationship where yesterday’s fight doesn’t halt today’s communication … where yesterday was over yesterda...

Who are you to judge to me  When you don’t know my story You despise me cause of my Scarred face Little do you know what caused that in the first place Yeah you saw my drained eyes Aligning In a perfect harmony with my blemish lips With your judging looks  By my cover you assumed you knew my whole book Little do you know the sleepless nights I had Within my sleeves the bruises that I want to hide You call me names you call me freak But little do you know what made me this sick See I amn’t like the rest I would scream I would shout but you wouldn’t hear a sound My tears would drop but a trace of it you wouldn’t find My veins would be poisoned but you would still see them red My paled colors would bloom but you would still notice them in the shed My shoulders would crumble but you wouldn’t know what they weighed The pain might suffocate me but my lips wouldn’t make a sound I would be wired out but my heart wouldn’t stop to pound Yeah my responses aren’t like the rest...

I created art for you, Abstract landscapes painted with love, On infinite easels on walls for you to view, Delicate strokes of brush kissing down the surface, Tip dripping with droplets of exquisite hue, But to you, it was nothing more than a mess. I wrote songs for you, Harmonious melody played with passion, On various instruments to construct a rhythm, An indirect confession through lyrics, To express my feelings without the need of vision, But to you, it sounded like an artist's mimic. I gave my all to you, Being a support and breaking many barriers, Of doing things beyond my wildest dreams, An intention to make you a bit happier, Not realising there was always a day you would leave, With nothing left behind but me. Never give your everything to anyone when you don't even give yourself a moment to heal because everyone else is temporary but a life lesson to learn from.

After exposing me After reading me like a book After making me feel like me After making me vulnerable  I want you to stay close and hold me tight And hold me till my heart beat comes just right... Soo tell me man are you really up for it? To know me in and out and read between the lines? If you are gone I will pull you back.... You just can't leave me like that Because knowing me comes with a worth  And it's a huge girth.. Seeing me in and out will make you stay You can not just lay You can't not alway be in grey There is right and wrong And is white and black But I am in stuck in grey Bcz it has some black some white Some wrong some right So tell me young man are you really up for it? To know us and to read out loud between lines ...