Hey Beautiful

My nerves ache.

Blue and white and blank

For purpose, not of.

I wanted to run, 

but words ran out of me.

Betrayed me. Said they let me be.

Fake smiles, false hopes.

Rid them off me, 

Strip me bare to my bones,

That feel,

dirty to the marrow and further inside.

Wash them clean.

I want to thank you for

Stealing my humility,

And my thunder.

Silence is the new kid on the block.

Say, hey Beautiful,

what are you doing tonight?

Fear

I wonder, if we are all mortals and bound to die, why does fear of what is to be grip us all so mercilessly. The only possible answer is that this existence is the only one that you get, atleast as you, yourself - notwithstanding rebirth. And while it can be so very glorious in every way, it can be equally miserable. Sometimes because of things we can control and sometimes because of things we cannot. The things we cannot control can be fortunate or unfortunate but beyond us. Therefore, we try to control things that we possibly can, to make the weighted average of this life a beautiful affair. And in that need to control lies our misery and our fears. What if things don’t go as per plan? What if my future isn’t as good as I thought it would be? So, what if? Maybe what we do not realize is that what we think we can control is also a subset of things we cannot. It is but an illusion. And we waste away our lives fearing what was never really in our control anyway. Fear therefore is a phantom. How would we function, if we knew that nothing – absolutely nothing was ever in our control; that everything was assigned a random probability. OR, maybe somewhere in our partially disillusioned minds we all know this fact, and fear all that we think we can control but cannot?

Sundar si duniya.

Sundar si thi duniya ek

Sunhare log aur sunhare taare anek

Ek ladki ko wo dikhte na the

Saamne the par milte na the

Kya ye duniya uski na thi

Kyu sab log paraye the

Kyu sab taare sharmaaye the

Sundar si thi duniya ek

Mineswept

" Maybe it is really a game someone is playing with us. This life, I mean. And my theory is that it is probably just an advanced version of MINESWEEPER. So, for every person out there, there is one event/step/mis-step/person/lie/something that leads to your downfall - slow downfall. Like slow poison. So once you have hit that snag, which as per the game, you never should have, it will just be like walking into a mad fire and keep walking till you burn progressively into ash. Just a thought. A theory, actually. I'm still working on it."

Of fairy tales..

"So ja, Pari" – He said

Why do you call me Pari?

"Because you wear white clothes and you have invisible wings when you wake up next to me.
Oh and that far fetched look in your eyes. And then there is something absolutely magical about you."