I was often perplexed with these paths of life or may be I was just bewildered by the paths in my head I travelled these years so far . Whenever I take a trip down through the path of memory lane, I see the parts of happy me I've left there where I bathed in bliss with every pleasant moment and the parts of me I see fossilized in those not so weak storms for my the then naive being.
Yeah I was perplexed often whether to go for an eternal sleep and replay the life I've lived and stuck there for ages , or to hold on to the present survival and just rush out of the pied nostalgia to live for the ashes of hope I've left for the dim future .
I recon... What made me live in past, always ? What made me live in my head always ? A heed to the flashback of colorful and grey memories acknowledged me that it's caused by the changes of life, of my being, of everything. Ahh the unexpected, unwanted sudden changes of life left people paralyzed often. But isn't it what life for ? The changes. For new to replace the old, sad but inevitable.
'But then I learnt to live with the changes' How? Well the seasons, they teach me always how to live despite the changes of life . I accumulated the thoughts I've for nature, for seasons. Winters, summers, autumns and springs, they all rise and fall, die and revive. I love how they let themselves die to let some other born, for change, a change for something new, a change for good. People often seem not to like autumn, but isn't it the season which dares to live even after being crushed?
I may feasibly get bewildered again with the chaos life brings, but I always pray for a ray of hope to hold me to go on. I sometimes turn blue , sometimes grey. I'm black and red seldom. But with the pleasant and unpleasant changes life brings I'll love myself in all the colors just the way I love all the seasons. These paths of life may seem blurry often, I may fall into the depths of darkness, but I shall rise like the Sun after every down. I shall stand tall to every storm life offers. I wanna revive like the seasons, like colorful autumn after every fall...
Sorrows have no meaning untill you find a person who understands them. Like music and paintings, one needs knowledge to acknowledge the art hidden in pain. Keats once wrote "A thing of beauty is a joy for ever" It's so beautiful to see for how many times the same pain from past can be expressed in form of art. So I guess, pain is beautiful too, isn't it?
In this handwriting, the spirit of a depressed person has been told, who wants to be fed up with this world and embrace death because he has no desire to live. and this handwriting is also written keeping in mind those who think of suicide, who do not want to live in this world anymore. I'm just trying to write it
Helllooo pareshaan aatmaaoo jo is jivit duniyaa me zinda hoke bhi murdo ki tarhe bhatak rahe he Kyaa bhai looog marne ka he tum log ko to marooooo na yahaaa ghantaa kuch kisi ko fark nahi padne wala bas jaate jaate sun ke jaaaoo mera ye wala 4th number of rap mix with poem boohat hard boohat hard ✌✌✌✌
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Likhne wala he mard but lagtaq ye ablaa naari he bebas jaltaa khud me koi sehmi hui laachaari he "Saanse thodi bhaari he or maayoosi se yaari he khud se hu me rutha isliye mout ki taiyaari he"
Bhaad me jaaye ye duniyaa chadi aisi ab khumaari he marne ka he chashkaa saali tension duniyaadaari he "saanse thodi bhaari he or maayoosi se yaari he khud se hu me rutha isliye mout ki taiyaari he"
Bheed me dikhtaa hu har dum akelaa Kehne lage sab mujhe thakelaa yahi baate roz ab zaari he boohat sunn liye taane sab ke ruk ab meri baari he "saanse thodi bhaari he or maayoosi se yaari he khud se hu me rutha isliye mout ki taiyaari he"
Jinta kamaa lo khawaahish itni ki ameer yahaa bhikhaari he bhaag doud se sukoon mila na laalach aisi bimaari he "saanse thodi bhaari he or maayoosi se yaari he khud se hu me rutha isliye mout ki taiyaari he"
Kaise maru ab sochu din bhar zindagi lage na pyaari he dhoke mile he kadam kadam par dosti bhi makkaari he But Shaitaanoo ki duniyaa me meri maa ab bhi bechaari he "saanse thodi bhaari he or maayoosi se yaari he khud se hu me rutha isliye mout ki taiyaari he"
Dikhti acchi par he bigdi haalat kharaab humaari he aage se koi kya maaregaa piche se hi maari he "saanse thodi bhaari he or maayoosi se yaari he khud se hu me rutha isliye mout ki taiyaari he"
Love has melted My soul into yours Like a lit candle Dripping hot wax Creating the most Beautiful art in Merging puddles On the floor A magical door Love is a soulful Connection Igniting into one A Celestial spark When least Expected