Through And Throughout

"Written within these walls are stories that I can't explain" Walls sincerely don't talk, they listen and maybe save memories for us for that final flashback. The era of now makes me cry in pain. I didn't dream about this, I am just living right now. I look back then in time of relief when these rains made me happy, now I don't even when they come and go. Each and every one of us shares unknowingly million memories with these monsoon winds, like those sipping cups of tea and you by side looking from the windows down to pretty as a picture beauty. I clearly remember how happy I used to be while waking up at 7 in the morning and seeing heavy rains cause I knew I don't have to go to school now or even if I had to well sorry!!! even if I was "made" to I loved splashing those puddles on my way back to home. I knew that time won't be entitled to me, yet I close my eyes and look back to all memories probably since I was eight. We all know happy p...

Have you ever craved a thing so much that it becomes a dream at some point? I have. The days and nights I have spent dreaming and being there are uncountable, I solemnly wish I was there right now. I dream and I'm writing about the place I dream, its no other place and believe me a place of love, place of war and place of peace. I am talking about the places where no one knows me, moonlit lands, my dreamland. The place has been calling me, I know since forever, I wanna step right up and fly there. Those stargazing sights, those pearls in the eyes, where I could relax and be myself, wanna sleep in the cold arms of winter and write in sleepless rainy nights. Hope I go and make my way back with all the dreams I have been having and writing for this long. Hope the place does justice to me and give me a love to adore for life. I really wanna go and want to come back with millions of memories and a bag full of forbidden love, a love that never will be mine, but I want to be a part of ...

Fear to me is something that pushes yourself, of course, it intimidates you, of course, it shivers you up but it makes sure you don't give up. Growing up I had a lot of fears like fear of standing and giving a speech on stage which I still am trying to overcome this one, fear of being alone which doesn't bother me now, fear of those awkward greetings where I am trying to shake a hand and the other one says namaste, fear of being one of those bumps you find at the end of railroad corners, fear of mumbling every time I am speaking. These fears are part of life, they come and they go leaving with you some part of yourself. It's a manifestation with yourself. From past few days I have been countering a new kind of fear, it is scary and it does horrify but in a unique kind of way in which no fear does. The Fear of Future, the fear of that isn't even existing yet. This isn't the fact that I have a phobia of it or something but it's a blessing in disguise, especial...

Under the shadow of neon shimmering big cities, we have lived in a small town so far wishing we had never been. Wandering and playing in tight sunken streets and fighting with siblings for a Tv remote I have grown up. I say I don't love living here that much, deep down I know  I said my words right here, walked for the first time right here. I was here forever, now I am all recognized, you know my secrets, I know yours. This is what I envy from people who get a chance to move to another place, nobody knows you, you have a neat start, life gives a second chance to you and it doesn't happen every day. From the hurried birth to unexpected death, life only gives us a brief moment to shine. Still, I know nature has a subtle cunning way to find our imperfections. Our past follows us every day, everywhere reminding us of our stories. This town has a story too, it has faces that sparkle, and some faces that frown. Behind those tons of stories, I don't know. I see new faces eve...