Through And Throughout

To some it's the endgame, to some its still a mystery, most say its hoax, but believe me or not without it, life is just not worth living. I am talking about the precious little presence that makes us feel celestial. Yes, I am talking about love indeed! Some find it in soul mates, some in books, some in a summer filled sky, full of stars, some in the touch of their kids and some in the melodic ballads of the Christmas eve. The feeling is precious of course, it can be found in anything when we feel less conscious. Take a breath in, just think of the last time when you were in love while closing your eyes, this exact place in which you become a book you write and fade away all by yourself, isn't it beautiful? Beyond horizons, beyond all the stars we seek all these things. We have limited ourselves to these imaginary boundaries to find this same love in a person. Why do we have to be me + you, when we can be us? Why not let these infinities cherish and bind? Allow yourself to be...

MAN TO BE  The very definition the word MAN means an adult male, and the very philosophical meaning of it is being a responsible adult. We all have been gravely mistaken about the very fact of being a MAN. Now it has come to mean a man who is emotionless, kind of a big person who apparently has no respect and is filled with ego. Most of us are taught to be the same. They say, "Why are you weeping? what are you a girl?", " You want to wear pink!", "You like cooking?", "You don't like sports", " You like hearing This or that song! " Our lives would have been passed through these phrases, If you want to be Man you have to be dominant, you cannot express your emotions, you collect your tears in a jar which you aren't allowed to peep into 'cause men don't cry. You have been generalized into colors, you represent black and women pink. Materials define your masculinity, not you. You are made of an opaque box and you aren...

Welcome to the year of Doom you entered all real soon, Though you weren't invited, But its when all sins will be reunited. You might not be wrong,  Nobody and everyone who came here really belongs,  You can cry a whole lake. It's just till the bottom you just have to make.  Damnation or salvation, Well that's something those grey ashes will decide,  Neither graces nor carnations, That's when the whole world will be preoccupied. Welcome to this year of Doom,   For the evil born from the womb,  I know you weren't invited,  But its time for those memories to be reignited.  Sins of the father, let be sins of the son,  All repaid and for thy left will be none, Will die near all strangers within,  All tears will be left under the skin.  Shadows, stories will be left in the gloom,  That love you bore will not be stuffed in,  As the stranger next will Bury you in the nameless tomb.  Welcome...

I am a mess to be honest but who isn't? I am stressed, but who isn't? I wanna be those insecurities and those falls,  It's not just for me it's same for all.  What is the fear? When i don't know what comes next.  How to be scared when I don't know what's the best?  When everything is shattered and terror hovers your head. When I seek attention or just crying it all out.  Those unreasonable times or unrelated methods.  Do I need to talk to you?  Do I need to be healed by you?  I just need to stay and fight.  I just need to emphasize.  It's life, eventually you can be happy or can mourn.  It will fall apart, but it still goes on.  Like a firefly maybe, that glows in the dark, Not for you, not for me, for itself  Burning away all the horrors and shining.  I wanna be a firefly too.  Too many claims the stars anyways.  Whenever paths fade these silver blades of grass shine in stars to...

The only language we humans converse properly in is the language of love, it doesn't even require speaking. It makes our lives come a full circle. Love is not something generated only between two potential lovers, it doesn't even matter where it grows. But there is one form of love that is the highest of all ever known in which we don't expect anything from the other one. We don't even know what's going on in their heads. We don't even know if they really like us or not. That's the kind of affection when you love a pet. When there was nothing happy left within us this little blessing stepped in our lives. I still remember the first day I met my pet dog, Zack. He was sleeping under the sink in some box and quilt specially made for him. He didn't have any teeth so he was trying to bite and it was just tickling  me. I used to carry him on my shoulders like a baby, which is clearly not possible now.  For me, my pet dog is not just a dog it might be ...