I live in a palace where happiness dwells Yet I can't find fulfilment in it I live in a world where I see everyone prosper Yet I can't find anything worthy Did I wish too much? Can't I find that happy ever after Can't I smile all round Can't this space in me feel fulfilled I kept asking why Until I found out that those we see smiling also feel pain They don't complain They find their way around it They find fulfilment They laugh They believe in themselves They believe that only them can make a difference The world doesn't need to be perfect You also don't need to be Just be you And find happiness in being you Even if you're the only one.
Unable to scribble my feelings with blunt words, I crush my thoughts try to paint minds. Plant saplings celled up with my writings, burying those cyanide lathered words underneath till the plant felt noxious.. So that day On the terrace, drugged by the melodies Listening to those relevant songs where Mohit Chauhan said "Jo bhi main, kehna chahu, barbaad kare alfaaz mere" (whatever I want to say, my words ruin it for me)
Expressing, not a hindrance, expressing inexpressible emotions is like dominance over a calamitous tornado, you can restrain it, still cause mayhem. We don't communicate with words, words communicate us.Radiate waves of tranquility like the Hindu Goddess Parvati , remould to be the Hindu Devi Kali, serve you the relish of doomsday. Ardent beliefs repel apathetic words , dont they?
"Tu bhi, mai bhi, sabhi hai sheeshein Khudi ko hum sabhi mai dekhe Mujhe paana, paana hai khudko" (I often think that everyone resembles a mirror where we see a glimpse of ourselves in every person we meet so if you find me, you'll find yourself)
If I puzzled myself, reshuffled to create you, If I rhythmed your tunes, you might step on your toes, If I wrote you, you might feel me. Differences with one are similarities with others and similarities with one, makes you one. * Spellbound to the gleaming star that i am but you oblivious, I might be an orb of your constellation. *