who's the fighter?
I came from shades of fear,
I raise from the deepest ocean,
I choose the darkest path,
I roam the thickest jungle,
I fight the invincible,
I achieve unimaginable,
Now, who's the fighter??
I thought that I've been hurt before
But no one's ever left me quite this sore
Your words cut deeper than a knife
Now I need someone to breathe me back to life
Just like a moth drawn to a flame
You lured me in I couldn't sense the pain
“If I have everything,
I’ll have to stop learning new things, eventually I stop living”.
I value living, living with right people for the right cause.
I loved words
I'd always loved words
I loved the freedom you could find in them.
I loved manipulating them
I loved the way they sounded
I loved the power they held
But sometimes, sometimes
They weren't enough.......
Jab itne bade jhooth bolna tere liye itna asaan safar raha.. toh naa jaane pehle kitne raaz chupaye honge mujhse tune apni zindagi k..
Itna samjhdar hokar b main yeh kyu bhul gaya tha.. agar tu kisi k sath hai toh sirf sath hi nahi rehte hai uss waqt..
I live in a half smile. Little asks for love, care and respect. But my tongue never dared to. It never dared to speak out the words from my chest. They wanted to rest in there making a little home. Half of the words and building sentences stayed in my heart and few were frustrated to leave my heart. Today, I tasted the little essence of care in the most beautiful way. Heart,are you happy or too scared? And want to escape. A part of me didn’t missed you, didn’t wanted to have you all back, didn’t care enough about you. Felt right. But deep down my heart knows i can taste love as many as I wish too but there’s no taste I would crave for that holds the essence of your love.
True happiness is when you become the reason behind someone's smile.. try it.. it feels good. ❣️
- Arunima... ☺️
सीने मे गम दबाये रखना अच्छा नही ।
लफ़्ज़ो से जहर का रिसना अच्छा नही ।
जिसे गम न हो ऐसा दुनिया मे कोई नही ।
अपने गमों की नुमाईश लगाना अच्छा नही ।
माना के तुम्हारे हिस्से मे गम हिसाब से नही ।
पूछूं तो जो गम बाँटता है वो कंही दिखता नही ।
तुम्हारी शिकायत सुनने को किसी के पास वक्त नही ।
खुन के आंसू टपकते है पर किसी को दिखते नही ।
कोई किसी के गम लेता नही ।
मजा लेने के सिवा और कोई कुछ करता नही ।
तमाशा न बना अपने गमों का इसमे कुछ हासिल नही ।
खुशियाँ रही नही गम भी हमेशा के लिये रहते नही ।
बोया है वही काटोगे इस बात को कभी भूलना नही ।
हात मिलानेवाला हर शख्स दोस्त होता नही ।
गमों को जाहिर करने से उनकी तपिश कम होती नही ।
भुलने के सिवा गम गलत करने का कोई अच्छा रास्ता नही ।
- संजय उदगीरकर ।
Life is not the source of suffering. You can enjoy life regardless of where you are, where you live, what you eat, and what you wear. If you know the true law of life, you can be happy. Don't get carried away by your emotions. Fear nothing. Always be sensible and level-headed. Live with a spirit of all embracing compassion. Clearly distinguish between friends and negative influences.
The search for the inevitable truth is neverending. But what is this inevitable truth? How does one define it? And if the definition varies from person to person, then is it really the inevitable truth?
Sometimes what the eyes perceive and ears hear is incomplete truth and sometimes its blatant lie. Yet one firmly believes what one sees and listens. Our mind plays the major role in this judgement, and yet it fails to clear the mist around the Truth.
Truth is not defined by years it has lived, and neither is it defined by the number of its believers. Truth is like the river that flows, unperturbed by the ectal factors. It doesn't care how long and arduous it's journey is, how far away...
Your eyes reminds me of an ever sinking ocean of dreams
Your mouth twitching into a smile so dreamy
Your finely manicured teeth slyly peeping out at me
Your nose suspended as my heart feels right now
Your eyebrows stretching for lengths into fine contours
Your tiny wrinkles forming puddles of joy and sorrow
Your enormous ears where I want to speak all night long
Your stubble where I lose myself so often
Your neck where I can snuggle forever
Your arms where I left my soul to rot
Your crotch which united with my energy so divine
Your legs which reached me always on time
You. Your aura and my trauma.
It lives and decays. Ever like time.
Your eyes reminds me of a graveyard sometimes.
I have my best friends always there for me,
But why am I always lonely?
Everything seems so perfect,
Family great, work going well,
Then why am I so unhappy?
Something is missing, something is wrong,
What's so disturbing ?
Why so confused ?
दिवस जात आहेत तासांचा हात धरून वर्षही महिन्यांच्या मागोमाग.
जीवनाच्या या बदलत्या चित्रांना निरखत मी मात्र तशीच आहे "न बदलेली".
I was waiting for my drug from her,
Minute by minute passed;
But no reply from her...
The night passed,
And me too...!!
And if nobody knows them
We don't exist anymore
It feels like flying; this falling out
Finally free; maybe lost
A fling; a forest; a floor
And this fork will never get me again
And that I know quite well
Everyday she tried to stich her wounds with her tears knowing he doesn't like a wounded heart, hoping he'll find it as perfect as new, but then he came, who found flaws in the stitching again, tore open all her wounds and left, leaving the wounds open to be stitched all over again, alone.
Thankfully her tears were always beside her, who held her back to start the stitching with the perfect mix of blood and tears, hoping he'll like this one, and the circle continued till there were no tears to shed and no blood to flow!!