Say it as it is by Pallavi

It's a mess. Intertwined meshes of unanswered questions, emotions which can't be named, unwanted obligations,  a void which can't be filled, realities which are mandatory to be lived, knowledge that you are a mask and your smile is fake. Yes,  it is called life. I don't know how people manage to live it or is it only me who has created this?  It's like being a branch of a tree, who has been cut long enough time ago to forget its roots and hence, doesn't have any flowers or fruits to nurture, and yet hasn't been dried up completely.  Can't remember the past, can't live the present and can't expect a future. As if everything is as still as afternoon air in the mid-summer. 

What or who is the soulmate?  Is he the one who is exact replica of you or is he the one whom you can tell everything you feel without fear of being judged or misinterpreted or is he the one who feels what you feel, loves unknowingly the same thing you love, hates the same person you hate or is he the one who is not like you, who can't feel your pain, can't share the same likings or dislikings, but, is there for you always, knowing you will fail but still wants to be by your side?  So, that's what I think. Does any of this give slightest hint about love?  I guess, NO. Then, why people who love each other keep saying that they have found their respective soulmates? All the cases I have considered, greatly imply that all the qualities of a soulmate are those which are possessed by your real best friend. Isn't it true? 

When you meet a person who is a lot alike you, it is like hearing your own voice in the form of an echo. An echo of your own voice, which can not be owned since it is not really yours and which can not be forgotten either as it is the only voice apart from yours that carries you with it. 

Being 'Lunatic' is bad.But, it's worse when you know you are one. 

People who leave you, carry a piece of your soul with them, always. ..