It's best to Let Go....

When the heart is heavy,
Just let it go..
When situations levy,
Just let it go..
You might feel unwanted, you might feel missed,
But then just let it all go.

When the never expected life sneaks out,
Just let it go..
When a firing u might get from the most respected
Just let it go..
You might feel burdened , you might feel broken,
But then just let it all go.

When ignorance from your loved one peeks out
Just let it go..
When the unreturned care you get
Just let it go..
You might feel low, you might feel disappointed,
But then just let it all go.

When breakups you have
Just let it go..
When an unfaithful partner you have
Just let it go..
You might feel shattered , you might feel crying,
But then just let it all go.

When the communication is missed
Just let it go..
When the understanding doesn't click
Just let it go..
You might feel helpless, you might feel the crave,
But then just let it all go.

Because...
When you let go, You grow!
When you let it All go, you have space, Space to grow.

Rukhna hai ab mushkil

kyu chahaton ke silsiley mei fasta chala jata hai yeh dil
khud ki umeedo per khara uttarna chahata hai yeh har din
rukhawate hai itni ki khud ko sambhal pata nahi ye dil
duniyadari ke bhawar se bacho toh
khud ki chahato se fissal jata h ye dil
Manzil ki jiss talash mei khawab dekhe h hazaro
jeevan ki uss mor per aakey rukh jana hai mushkil
Jab har lamha saath deta hai phir kyu rula deta hai khawab har din.

Far behind

Far behind the mountain, is the land of my dream.
Trees, bushes and fields, all that are green.
Where the chilly pure rain drops on my face would make me feel so clean.
Birds chirping and rabbits and horses to be seen

Far behind the mountain, is the place i want to be.
How the sun sets and how it rises i always wanted to see.
Dance to the wind, run in the greens.
To lay carelessly and roll down the fields.

Far behind the mountain, is the place i want to be.
A place where i can touch the highest rainbow and never ever again feel low.
Where everything is simple and i can be me.
Far behind the mountain, is the place no ones seen.
Far behind the mountain, is the place that has never been.

Why do all good things come to an end?

Rain pouring and a cup of strong hot chocolatey coffee in our hands! Doesn't life seems so much better.
Drizzling and you riding a bike with that someone special you always wished to be with. Raining and you having that first ever stroll hand in hand with that someone special. Doesn't life seems so romantic.
Raining heavily and you making paper boats float. Doesn't life seems so nostalgic.
It's mid night, its raining and you enjoying with your parents, your siblings at India Gate. Doesn't life seems so safe, so secure.
Raining and you walking with your friends in knee deep dirty rainy water, jumping , hoping in and out, forgetting all the worries, squashing the water on each other. Doesn't life seems so much fun!
And then,

It stops raining. Why do all good things come to an end. Well, Everything one day has to end. We call it life.

It's Faith that Rules !

Many a times we don't even realize how much people do for us. We get to know only after it's consequences, the results for our better. At every stage of our life, there exists someone who constantly remain with us, stand with us through the ups and downs and morally provide us that support which we tend to think that it was there from the very beginning. But we forget or say don't realize that if they weren't there then, life all together would have been totally different. The person can be any, be it our parents, sibling, lover, friend, teacher, guru or even an acquaintance. The feeling we acknowledge of that someone going out of the way to do something for us is one of the rarest and the most precious which one could feel in his lifetime. The relationships built on the foundation of expectation usually end up to faith. That faith is what makes that someone support us throughout.

And then there are times when we don't even get to know what a person did to us. We get to know only after it's consequences, the results for our bad. The scenario stands just the opposite to what the person did for our good. We don't apprehend what effect this all could make to our life. Be it a direct effect or an indirect. Our behavior with one is certainly effected because of our good or bad experience with another. Every thing has a consequence in this world. It is because everything happens for a reason. Bad happens because we tend to loose faith in having faith.

If we come across a difficult person, it is because he has been sent to teach us patience and acceptance. If we come across person who teaches us to fall in love, care, support it is because he has been sent to make us feel a complete human being. I believe, without love a person is never complete. A person who has never fallen in love or either has never been loved by someone, he is incomplete. An incomplete Soul. The super power above there, the God, has definitely sent our soul mates down here. Its just that few reach to them and others compromise. We must have faith in our choice and we'll succeed.

Every action of ours either benefits us or brings us no joy. We all come across such stage in life where we react in an unexpected manner. Be it just to withdraw our self from the crowd or to be the light of the crowd. Or may be even because things don't turn up the way we want. This is where we fall. This is where we start to loose hope. This is where we are being tested by God. One needs to be calm, be intelligently subtle and just have faith in oneself to succeed all odds.

The Wait for my Love goes on....

Wishes are endless. So are our needs and aspirations. I had no idea what i wanted to become except for being a Painter. For one thing i had always dreamt or say aspired for was to paint, my whole life. Where ever i went outside my home i used to always (always means always) carry this small sized Lotus drawing book, a natraj pencil and an natraj eraser. And then when ever i was at home the only thing i used to do is sketch and paint. Mum tells, when i was 2 and 3 years old,i used to scribble with the much loved wax and oil crayons all day long. She says that it wasn't a favourite past time for me but instead it use to look as if it was my profession.

I do not remember studying and mugging up but i very well remember attending my painting classes and drawing the whole day, specially the whole of Sundays. I am talking about when i was in the age group of 4-14. I scribbled, drew and painted all day. I had no clue if there was any other work to do in this world! I lived in my own painted world. Many a times i would even forget that i had being badly feeling hungry for hours and my mum had been calling me for lunch.

I still can recall many glimpses of my childhood. I remember when i was 4, going with my father to his office and sitting besides him, drawing the all the time, while his clients discussing something relating digits and accounts across the same table.
And then i can recall this family vacation trip to Himachal and i trying drawing something. I was 8 then. I was very fascinated with the hills, mountains and the greenery i could witness on our way in the car. I remember wanting to draw the scenery exactly what was seen through the window. But the moment i drew a line that scenery vanished and another different scene would came. But then that was but obvious. Not for a 8 year old though.
And then i remember a summery sunny Sunday, sitting in my study room with the lovely cold air of the cooler on my face and drawing colourful cartoon characters, the Lauren and Hardy and the Richie rich. The best thing was that i had drawn, painted and made a cut out and stuck them on a cardboard with small magnets at its back. I placed them on the fridge. They was very much appreciated by everyone at home. That feeling of being acknowledged is still very much fresh in me. It makes me feel proud of myself.

I took my skills a little further and started to glass paint. I wished to make hundreds of painting and sell. Have an exhibition. Though i gifted many.

Things, at times, don't work the way we want or actually i must say we at times don't know how to make them work! The serious academics came in and my love for painting, drawing, sketching all diminished. Inside i always craved to leave everything and get back to my love.
And then the time came to decide what i wanted to do in my life. The very known and infuriating question for every teenager. What they wanted to be? I wanted to be a painter. Do nothing but Paint. I had decided, or may be not.

Years later, I again arose and decided to paint. I have now started to do what i always wanted to. Canvas !! Paint on the canvas. A painter's better-half.
Today, i am a happily content and enthusiastic Law student who still wishes to leave everything for its Love.

Its doesn't matter whos Wrong or Right.

We often come across various instances in our lives where we get numb. Have nothing to say. Absolutely dumbstruck. And then we have certain people where we can talk to day and night, about all the things of the world. We can whisper to them about our secrets, gossip with them over the phone for say hours and hours non stop. Argue with them even knowing that you may be wrong, speak to them about our worries, concerns, pressures, pains, thoughts, aspirations, wishes and what not.

We can fight with them and end up abusing, shouting and also end up not talking to them for hours, days and even months. But then we have this feeling of "relying". Feeling and faith that whatsoever goes wrong we know things are gonna be alright and back to the pavilion.

That, so what if we aren't talking, that so what if we are missing the days of our lives of being with each other, that so what if we are under continuous pressure for not being in touch, the feeling of faith still persists and make us content. The feeling that has ought to be alive life long. Because after all there must have been some solid reason for holding up the relation, the click alive for so long even after the bitterness. Because after all... No matter how far wrong you’ve gone
You can always turn around....(P.S. Gil Scott-Heron's song I'm New Here)