thought! #13

“You’re a snowman! Cry at the puddle you could become or rejoice at the jump you can make over this puddle.”

—	Inspired by ‘frozen’

thought! #12

"When one loses his heart, he will try his best to protect the ones who would catch it."
                       -Inspired by
                               'Sherlock: A scandal in belgravia.

A Living Orchestra

A Living Orchestra 

I am a living orchestra.
A melodious harmony of emotions,
A coherent symphony of feelings.
I am a composition of musical notes
Filling up the pages of life.

I am a joyous piping of a flute,
The vibrations of cheerful air.

I am the prolonged sadness of a 
Violin string.

I shout my thoughts like a trumpet's blare.

I am the keys of a piano, 
The brief notes of energy.

A plucked string of a harp, 
Serene and calm.

I am the chords of a guitar, 
The prolonged Musical of the shades of life.

I am a triangle, the inaudible contribution
To an epic masterpiece.

I am a saxophone, piping
The different winds of mine.

I am a drum, the play of
Anger and burning emotions.

Finally, I am the conductor.
The master of this orchestra,
A living orchestra of feelings.

thought! #11

"Life is a jigsaw puzzle! Only the right pieces, your choices, make the complete picture."

The night sky

The night sky.

When I see stars in the night sky, look at them with a lot of concentration, I see space, space inside me, filled with bright clouds of star forming dust. I see a few stars die and then I see a few nebulae. 
New stars form and die every minute and that is what I am. A constantly changing universe. 
I see the night sky from pitch-black darkness and I see the one light like the one at the end of the cave. I see the moon. One bright circle with patches of grey. And around it and all about it, a million stars, similar to mine, green, blue and yellow all alight and white.
I see the three stars of orion, distinct and unique. And then they slowly fade away into the horizon, completely conceived by dust and smoke.
Its everyone's universe. We live, we die, every moment,we change constantly, and all of us have those dark sides and days. Its just how nature shows its originality and itself in us. Its how nature says, "I'm a painting of yourself"

thought! #10

"Who cares which day in february it is when you'll love them the same any day!"

thought! #9

"Even if swords break and shields shatter, arrows deplete and bowstrings tear, our relations will endure, through the roughest and smoothest times, forever."

The Panacea

The Panacea

No one hears the grievous sobs of a person lying in darkness. No one knows why. No one asks why. They just let him lay there, to his unwanted solitude, crying. 
No one listens to the plea made by him, who has turned dreams into his reality and reality into a nightmare. 
No one cares for this injured soul with wounds of guilt, sorrow and treachery. No one tries to tend to these wounds with love and compassion. No one tries to show it where it is most needed, mostly. 
Maybe it is what he made for himself. Maybe he chose not to take the help. But did not keep in mind, he was too weak on his own. 
Its sad that shields and swords come out in the time of peace but none are available during war, at war.They can't be trusted. Our relations, they can be, yes. For, even if metal, wood and stone are gone, human relations will endure.

thought! #8

"Everything is flawed. Everyone is flawed. Choosing whether to cling to this flaw and complain, or to adapt to it makes all the difference."

thought! #7

"You see half of the moon, I see the other half and now it is whole"

thought! #6

"Sometimes, you have to leave the one thing you love, how much ever you love it, to keep it happy and alive."

thought! #5

"It was their fight, we got torn. No one is angry now. Just at loss." 

thought! #4

"The world is a painting of ourselves, a reflection of our thoughts and a canvas to our imagination."

thought! #3

"The world is a random place. And that is what makes it something to look forward to."

                                               -Dhruv Jesrani and Batmanwrites.

thoughts! #2

"Quizzing is like doing meth. If you stop or pause doing it, you tend to become dumb."

thoughts! #1

"No one hears a cat's mewing amidst the noise of a thousand mechanical beasts. Nor does it expect someone to; it just hopes someone will."

How big are these small things?

How big are these small things?

How big are the small things?

Immeasurable, are they not? The small things, always so qualitative and not measurable.

I met a cat today. A dog a few days ago.

The dog was sleeping, well in shape, even though its masters were not so well off. It slept on the sewing table along with another which took little peeks at this random stranger, taking pictures of its sibling. It had a serene and happy atmosphere around it, in that tiny, makeshift, aluminium room. The small packets of joy, all bursting around it. 

The cat was a random entrance, mewing at the absent someone. I followed it, here and there, and i finally held it up, in my arms, embracing that thin, lean, tiny furball, covered in black with patches of white. It liked me. I could tell. It gripped me tight, its paws stuck in my shirt. It also rubbed itself against me once i put it down. Against my pants and shoes. 

Alas, maybe everything ends! I had to leave this beauty behind, to its constant mewing at the absent someone.

These are the tiny things in life that make memories and reflect your character, who you really are, what you are. The tiniest of appearances of the moon, still brings joy, for even in that tiny bit, she is smiling in the dark night sky. And every time, I ask myself, how big are these small things? They are immeasurable after all.