Her heart began to thud violently. Making her choke with the pain. She tried hard to quieten her heart but the emotions that swirled within made it worse. She wanted to stop it and wished her heartbeat normal again as it had always been. But something against hammered and made it beat rapid heartbeat to count the beats but then her hands trembled. With it her heart ached and the body went numb. The continuous thud dried her throat making her lips quiver. She put her head down on the table and tried to fight the emotions by pushing back all the thoughts that had encroached her mind. But all in vain. Helpless,as she stared at the blank space on the table she felt her eyes burn andbrim. She then touched them with her trembling fingers but they wereutterly dry.Then dawned the thought in her that she should get up and put her mind on something: read a book or look at the beautiful sky or just talk to her friend all which had always endeared her heart.
But today,her heart had grown wild. It remained untamed. It had just stopped listening to her; went on with its rapid beats. Why? She wondered. What had happened to her? All of a sudden! A moment ago she was all in her sense; normal, cool and sane. Smiled, laughed and talked. But now, she was unable to do that anymore. “Oh my god, how will I live if my heart doesn’t quieten? Am I to live my life in such trepidity?” But the continuous thud made her breathing incongruous. She gasped as her face flushed. Her fingers quivered and the warm blood in her veins congealed. Never had she felt thus before. Until he said that word. It just came as a bombshell and exploded all the emotions within her making her swoon and splurge. Pain that emerged made her dizzy but along with it brought a feeling that made her go ecstatic too. Yes, the ecstasy that made her feel float in the ninth cloud. The moth in her heart fluttered and she swooned. Slowly her heart calmed down and a feeling emerged. A feeling that she always endeared and wished for. But had never experienced. Today, as she felt it she realised the purpose of her life. Life that beckoned her to newer possibilities, that which was mixed with joy and pain. The joy that intoxicated and the pain that healed other wounds. She allowed herself to get drenched with its cool streaks as it mingled in her veins. Her blood warmed up again and she sang, danced as the divine feeling touched her soul and left her mesmerised.
Yes, she had fallen in love, she realised. Love, that which is magical and cherished by all.
To be or not to be, to go all in or to unwind and relax, we question our dreams, running in constant chase of our quests to come true, we are the ones who never sleep. Dreamers we are called, the ones who passionately strive in the endeavours of the best they could ever be, here is a letter to me, a letter to you. In the stride of embracing the best you have ever been, nurture your soul before the onset of the abundance in you that lies unseen.
Too bold, too much for your age, you are doing too much, how often have you heard these notions been used to describe you? As we tirelessly strive to achieve the next goal we have in our mind, we are often told that we are being hard on ourselves, to enjoy life a little. Life in its entirety passes by us in its dynamic flair, and the existence we envisage holds unique individuality to each one of us. The choices one makes for themselves belies them and them only, and t
My life is a mess and I have nothing to be grateful about! I witness myself say this phrase from time to time, where life plonks us into the desperation of ebb and flow of wilderness and things not going in our favour.
It is easy to say we are grateful and in complete balance when things are going well and life feels like the warm embrace of the sun shining on a Sunday morning. But the real test lies in remaining grateful and centred when life feels like spinning out of control.
While it is easier said than done, here are some reminders that might help you get through the days that feel like a burden –
1) This too shall pass, no moment in time that feels permanent loses its impermanence. We often lose hope when things don’t go our way and during these sad days, we should remember, that t
Our life unfolds in a succession of revelations of who we are. It is when we sit down and repeat the same sentence in our head over and over again, in every action we perform, every activity we indulge ourselves in, does it indulges into our existence as a habit.
The key to having a sense of liberation is allowing life to flow through, not forcing anything and more essentially not resisting change. I believe that our life improves in the direct proportionality of how often we are exposed to situations where are forced to challenge our age-old beliefs and counterfeited perceptions and seek the greater version of ourselves. When we get too comfortable in the comfort zones we build for ourselves, we do not grow into the people we are meant to be. Sadly most people embrace change only when metamorphosis is the less painful and only possible option.
The treacherous waters of existence hail in their stride,As the beauty of sailing against the winds uproars in its ride.Benevolence in its yonder stirs the mirth of the true,Navigating the turbulent waves, death and I had a rendezvous.
I sought the beauty of the light that was unseen,In the depths of my muse, I found my world within.Life in its flair, trudged me into the emblems of the dark,The dreams that perspired in the seed embraced their death,As it was time for a new quest to embark.
Quaint whispers that echoed in their gallant stance,The jeers that surmounted the uncertainty galloped in their dance.Silencing the wind, bestriding the fall,I plunged into the entirety of my endeavours that call
Love is the purest emotion one feels towards themselves and another individual. While the expression of love can vary in its entirety from one person to another, the care we hold for the ones we love shares an undeniable impact on how we forge our perceptions of interpersonal relationships. The way we communicate our feelings to someone also says a lot about how we are wired, the method of conveying our affection to our beloved ones is called a love language. You may express affection to the one you love regularly, but do you take the time to ensure that you are communicating it in the way that the other person prefers? Even love can become lost in translation when two individuals speak different love languages.
Ever acquainted with the phrase that the world that you exist in, the life that you embody dwells in the perception of the stance you hold for yourself. The beauty and the tragedy of life is that it is as beautiful as the optimistic lens of perception and as ugly as the pessimistic view of your being.
The strive of our endeavours and the constant effort to achieve the next massive milestone often drive us to the edges of insanity, to be in the consistent light of greatness we lose sight of the great strings of joy that bind our existence together. To be the best we have ever been we must be mindful of the best we are. Coinciding in the traps of negativity and yet claiming to be the best version of yourself is a blinding truth that lies to only
I breathe in the sauntering air that collapses my being,I breathe through the crevices of my existence unseen.Uncertainty in its yonder strikes in bolt on the scars that nobody sees,Redemption that loves, redemption that is free, find me in the depths of my poetry.
Tales of lust ridden in smeared touches that belie,Entreated with envy, the visions of victory lie.To be or not to be in a question that yet lies,For I yearn for a world where fond passion never dies.
Enclasped in the cage of the deemed duty,Bounded in her vows, she forgot she was a thing of beauty.In a realm we live, where amour in its truth fails to stand tall,She, tired of her existence, submerges herself into the beauty that her dreams enthrall.
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