Something so beautiful

Today, i will just talk about something. Something that can never be described. Something that has never been seen, which never inhabited somebody. Something that possess no materialism, yet seems so real that can uproot the most rigid and prevailed thoughts within you.

That something so beautiful, called LOVE.

Love, responsible for the small glowing eyes, smiling heart, tinkling stomach, and being in the very present.

In the middle of an unsettled sleep, when the subconscious plays the most melodious songs emerging from the far end of the corner, you realize you have left the headphones on. Often the same things happen so many times. Not to mention the reasons that allows you to put them on while you go to sleep. The habit so common in the teenage. A big smile on the face, listening to the same songs before going to sleep reminds you of something, something so beautiful. Something called Love.

Conversations with a person, so intense that it postpones all the pending tasks. The reason, or the topics may be so lame for third person, who feels so stupid about the same, may seem to be bigger than the most important things in the world. Those are the happy moments, of cries, laughter, fights, discussions, anger, dispute, friendship, relationship and love. They leave you in the midst of an overwhelming feeling of flattery for the person. This is the moment, something so beautiful. Something called Love.

The most rewarding and satisfying feeling of responsibility for someone, when at an age where you cannot even define yourself. Entangled with turmoil, anxiety and newness is the feeling for someone so definitive, that you care for the same with all your deeds. The first steps from an early morning call to the good night kiss and bye, is the time, you feel responsible and care for the person. Such is this small feeling that makes you forget yourself and dedicate yourself towards someone so special for you. Such is this feeling, something so beautiful. Something called Love.

Something sad, yet it doesn’t matter. When the rest of the world, goes beyond your reach. All the other friends seem to come out of somewhere so strange that can never applaud your work, thoughts or actions. All you can think of is just one thing, person, feeling, that constantly beeps in the mind. All that matters is the moment, the conversations, the phone calls and being together. People may see you trapped and appropriated by the evil, but you make the the small world the integral part of your new life. Such is something so beautiful. Something called Love.

I couldn’t have found the words to describe such a beautiful feeling, but I am now sure that Love is beyond such words that you strive to find for while you describe it. Living with it is a pride and a state of well being, something that touches you deep within.

Love is beautiful.

Thank You to Someone so Beautiful 🙂

Together in Love

Together in Love

Humility, gentleness and patience: these are different manifestations of love. By humility we accept our brokenness and woundedness; we don’t try to hide it from others or ourselves. In the same way, we accept others woundedness and brokenness. We are all trying to cope with our burdens. We are all the same. We need the patient and loving support of each other. We must bear with each other when we are struggling with our burdens. Among our burdens are the fear of failure, the need to prove ourselves, other irrational irritations and frustrations.. When we discover them, in all humility we accept them. We can also accept others failures. We bear these burdens with patience and gentleness. This is love.

When we are upset, instead of fighting against it or trying to deny it or suppress it, we give ourselves permission to feel what we feel, we accept our feeling fully; we say to ourselves: “It is all right to feel that way”(feelings are morally neutral; neither good nor bad); or if we cannot accept our feeling we accept our inability to accept. This is gentle and patient acceptance of ourselves. This is love. We do the same with others. Somebody is upset. We don’t know why or we know why (at least partially). We give full permission to that person to feel the way he or she does. He or she is trying to cope with his/her burden. The best way to help that person to do so is accept him/her in his/her moment of weakness, to accept that person with humility, gentleness and patience. This is love. There will be many such occasions when we support each other in love, or bear with each other charitably, or bear each other’s burdens. This is a concrete way of living the commandment of love. Where there is such love, there is peace.

Accept and love each other totally and unconditionally.

Living Alone

They tell you, you are too dependent on your parents. That you cannot even do a single thing without them. All you do is sit and everything is in your hands. Anything you do is just one another burden for your mom. I am really very sure, nobody of us will agree to this if said so. Our acts and tendencies are only dependent on the fact that we like to be praised and not criticized.

Some of them tell themselves, it is just the time that i live along with parents for which i am like this. Rest, i am a self dependent guy. I believe, such a fake self confidence do they have when they talk this. 


All i know about being alone is that everything you can imagine, the way you used to live, your dependencies, non-dependencies changes. And then you come to know the real life. The life without a family, a strange unfamiliar one that may take you away anywhere. There you face this feeling of knowing about yourself. You explore not the world, but the person within you. Hard times are then, which makes you self dependent. 

However there is one thing that is so strong that keeps you intact, that makes you the actual you as you are. The one thing is LOVE. Love of the loved ones.




Coming Back to life

I took a heavenly ride through our silence,

I knew the moment had arrived,

For killing the past and COMING BACK TO LIFE


It was a pleasant and beautiful morning to a cold day. Breathing the fresh air, i thought about past few months of my life in a way that i never did before. Of all those miserable feelings that occupied my mind related to some or the other mishaps (according to me) seemed to me as a joke that day. Slowly i forgot everything and instead of thinking about the consequences I was into, started looking at what i am today and how i reached there.

Often the problem to a sad situation is the root to itself. The feeling of peace and happiness adds up new dimensions to a persons life. This state of peace offers a person: the “heavenly ride” to self-build their own selves. I realized i was stuck into something that was never gonna happen. Into something that took away charm within me.  This LOVE factor comes with a life changing  package in life. It takes you to the door of heaven and falls you back to the ground. Thinking to myself such things that morning, i resumed the silences we both had together.

With all those things i missed with her, to the things that urged me to cry – gave a sense of nothingness to me. What i used to do was sit and think, and think, and think. It is dangerous when mind thinks of past and future, without the sense of present. Music was the friend. My best friend. Months passed by and then i came up to the phrase above: “Killing the past and coming back to life” 

The moment – COLD MORNING AND THE MUSIC changed me. I thought to myself “THIS IS IT” . And just like that, my life changed. I loved the birds chirping that day, the bright sunlight falling on the dew of leaves and dripping water, the cycling milkman, kids leaving for school and most importantly myself.  I felt peace, i was happy with a strange reason (the same for which i was so sad).

Those very words did it for me: FOR KILLING THE PAST AND COMING BACK TO LIFE