Say it as it is by Pallavi

When he snores to stifle the sound of your late night heartache cries,  Oh my darling, it's time to quit! When you sleep on a hungry stomach and his is full of satisfaction knowing that yours has only sorrow within, Oh my poor lamb, It's time to quit! ! When your insults feel like a triumph to him even though  you have always kept fighting for his honor, Oh foolest of the all, It's time to quit!!!

Be peace to me and I'll be your passion Be home to me and I'll be your destination

Day by day, everyday , I understand myself more, which leads to understanding others more. Nevertheless, I am still like an unknown island which is waiting to be found by an anonymous traveller. And hence, if I have not found myself yet, how can I find someone else to complement me?  This journey has taken so long time and still I feel like it has begun now. And contradicting this, I have realized the nature of my thirst. I am now fully aware of what will quench it ? And believe me,  it's not another person. Finally, I have understood that no one can complete me by being with me. I am born to be an  incomplete thing. Because incomplete things are the most beautiful and I am beautiful. I am like a drunkard. But, it's beauty and love that I get drunk on. Beauty of words, beauty of music, love for everyone and everything, these are sources of my intoxication. Everyone has five senses and few have six. And I think, I have seven, seventh being able to feel beyond all these s...

I visited Kempty falls situated at Mussorie a few days ago. At different heights amongst the rocks, there are different levels and different views of these falls. This has become a popular tourist place. So, I won't or rather don't want to tell anything about its beauty. I want to share something else that I have experienced  there. After 2 levels of these falls, you again have to climb for the third one and on the way,  you come to a spot, which makes it worth to climb all the way up. This spot has a pond of crystal clear, clean and chilling green water. You get 3-4 steps down from your path up to third level and you are looking at this pond. A big tree with so many branches is peeping down at its mirror image in this water.  Most surprising thing is that, people are so obsessed with visiting the places mentioned by other tourists, they don't bother to take a stop at this pond.  I am sorry to say this, but, it's a loss for them.  I stopped at this pon...

It's all about integrity. Nothing matters more than being honest with yourself. These are the only two qualities which decide whether you are a bad person or good. Everything else being spoken about virtues and vices is a myth. 

I love those distances which make u feel insecure ,which get on ur nerves and push u to act like a  person u r not. Because those distances r d real catalysts that make u understand what u feel, what u don't wanna lose and give u a chance before it's too late. 

I love you now, when you are mine. I might have loved you more, if you were not destined to be mine. I miss you, when you are not with me. I miss you even more when you are with me. I am happy that I have you in my life. I would have been happier if I had ur soul too.  I appreciate it when you pay complete attention to me. But, I would have adored it if you had understood the value of my being with you.  I live accepting that you love me.  I would have truly lived if your love had come with some respect.

I breathe passion. That's how I'm. I don't know another way of living. Everything is extreme for me. When I laugh, I laugh till my stomach aches. If I cry, you can expect an ocean of tears. If I love, I eat love, I drink love, I sleep love, I become the love. And don't you dare to make me hate you. If you do that, you will be the last person alive on this planet except me and yet I won't look at you eye in the eye. This is how I perceive life. I don't know any shackles that can bind me. No one can control me. Whatever I do, I'm in it.Am I being crazy?  Is it bad to be real?  Even though I'm asking these questions, I really don't care for the answers. This is what makes me, ME. I'm not passionate. I'm the passion. 

Which things are kept hidden? The things which are always feared.  The question is which are those things? And when you think like this, you will get the most unexpected answer to this question. Those are nothing but love and pain. Kept hidden under one mask or another. People think hatred, violence, ugliness are the thongs which need to be feared. But, that's not the case. We are so open and loud when we express hatred. We always talk about violence in one way or other. We despise it, but, still, we don't finish it by not mentioning. Instead, we keep chewing it.  And now ask someone whom or how much he or she loves?  Or ask him whether he is in pain?  and what hurts him?  You will never  get an honest and complete answer. Isn't it surprising? Why do people hesitate to accept their love or their pain?  Because we have never been taught to love or accept love. We have always been taught to stay happy and not show any grief. We have been ta...

जिन से है,  उन्हीं से छुपाते हैं फिर भी ये इष्क गुनाह हम सब कर जाते हैं ।

            Life has its own ways which can not be understood, which prove us completely wrong, which make us stronger, which teach us how not to expect it.       And, we, human beings, consider ourselves the most intelligent species on this whole planet and still waste so much of our life thinking about what it actually is.  Life is not a thing to be wondered about or that can be counted. It is living, being in the moment. It is enjoying the way it is.              Being satisfied with your life is always good. But, have you really felt the moment when you are unhappy? It's not different.                It's amazing how these limbs work, how this brain functions and how this heart feels. Even if you are not happy, you breathe. You get excited hearing your favorite music even if you don't want to.              ...

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. ..