The grass beneath him, felt cold. It was calming and relaxing. He could feel the exhaustion slipping away, giving way to sleep. The sun was setting. A very faint outline of the rising moon, could be seen. "I wish I don't wake up tomorrow," he thought before falling into a deep sleep. When he woke up, it was evening, or maybe night, he couldn't tell. The moon was shining down on him, pouring her silver on his wounded self. " This isn't so bad," he told himself, " we'll get through life, one day at a time." He was suddenly full of hope and optimism. He thought about quitting his job and starting his own business, like he always wanted to. He thought about all the profit that would follow. He'd be a rich man in no time. Then move to a new, bigger house so the children wouldn't have to share a room anymore. The last thought makes him pause. He was in no position to take a risk that big. What if the business failed and he lost ever...
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Nothing but a rebound
My crime was that I loved you and believed that you loved me too. It's been a while since I stopped reminiscing about you. I got over the obsession that was you. I've changed now. And I believe, so have you. But sometimes I still wonder.. Do you still hold her like a glass princess? Do you still look at her like she is the moon? Do you still breathe in her scent like oxygen? Do you still whisper promises of eternity into her ear? But most of all... I wonder, do you still love her the way I loved you? It's strange. Our relationship, I mean. What exactly are we? I am that extreme measure taken by him to get back that, which he loves more than life, that, which was once his. I am a rebound. I was surprised that this has a name. Then I realized this happens every now and then. He is always willing to take that extreme measure to make sure she doesn't leave. Do we not deserve a Him like that? Is this the s...
A beautiful storm
I once read a post that said storms are nice; they are proof that even nature has her breakdowns, her moments of crisis when she becomes anything but beautiful. But there are people who see beauty in a storm. People who can't help but be drawn towards this beautiful yet dangerous storm. I think it's the same with people. We all have our moments of crisis, our breakdowns. Moments when no one is able to recognize us; when we become a different person altogether. Yet there will be someone who will love that mess. Someone who won't be scared and see the amazing piece of art that you are. And yet there will be times when you fail to find that person. Both of you, going through life with an indescribable void. But even then, it's okay. It's okay to not be okay. We are all a storm. A beautiful mess. A wonderful chaos. And it's alright to be so. Because when the dark clouds have cleared, and the rain has ceased and the skies hav...
Obsessed with Overthinking
Obsession. How do you define it? More importantly, when can one accurately conclude that one is obsessed with something? At what point of this increasing affection do you realize that you have gone beyond the level of mere appreciation? I don't think people know about their obsessions. It's always more desirable to spend one's life in the bliss of ignorance. But is that good for us? There's a lot many people who spend their entire time fretting about something that does not necessarily concern them. I am one of them. I choose the bliss of ignorance over the pain of knowing. But that doesn't mean that it hurts any less. If anything, it hurts all the more. An obsession. Everyone has one. And yet they use their weird talent of being able to make you feel guilty about it, to make your life miserable. Is it so wrong to love something beyond the level of normalcy? I think about this a lot. Maybe this too is...
Wondering again
Whom do you turn to when the universe goes against you? I've often wondered about this question. I wonder about a lot of things. Like, do you think about all the people you have lost in your journey so far? Do you think about all the hearts you might have broken unintentionally? Do you think about all the promises you didn't care to keep? The world is a huge place yet so small. We meet the same people again. And again. And again. Sometimes we get bored of people. Then suddenly realize their worth when they're gone. We do things and then think about it. Rather regret it. So we decide to think first. But we think and think and think. And then realize overthinking is bad. Then promise not to do it again. And break our promise again. Repeat the same mistakes. Fear stability. Run from responsibility. It's the same for everyone. But you... You're an exception to the system. You know balance. You know yourself. Y...
YOU
I think it's beautiful when you hide yourself. Like a small cat peeking into a room. I think it's magnificent how you carry yourself ; stumbling but still walking ; falling but still getting up. I think it's fascinating how quietly you evolved. From that little girl with two neat ponytails to the woman with disheveled hair. Some say you have stardust in your eyes. Some say you have galaxies in your soul. Some say you are infinitely whole. You refuse to believe them. You have long learnt not to trust. You know better than to just give in. You know what being hurt means. You've been to places you never wanted to visit. You have seen the dark side. And optimism is just in your speech. You're broken but there's beauty in your cracks and pieces. You're wounded but there's beauty in your scars. You're scared but you're brave at heart. Surviving is like second nature to you. You're a sailor navigat...