THE BLAME WITHIN

The war within;

so horrendous that,

it terrifies me

of my future.

 

The clashes between, the past

trying hard to match,

with the future ‘imaginary castles’

that I am already living in.

 

I blame the heart, for

it is the culprit that overrode

the brain to make me believe

that unicorns exist.

 

The blame game starts-

the war waging between

the heart and brain

to decide who is the bane.

 

 

Titbit Thought #21

All the unhealed wounds or the wounds that have just started healing of one’s heart needs tender care and that’s when it is weak enough to allow for exploitation. And that’s when we inadvertently allow such persons to prey on our wounds and aggravate it into something more. 

Don’t ever keep your wounds out in open for sympathy or expect someone to tend to it because, there are more people to hurt it even more than to cure it.  

Titbit Thought #20

The world sees us and thinks us to be in a certain way. And so are we a mirror image of what the world wants us to be, or, do we believe us to be living our own life but actually are we making us think we are on our own? 

Titbit Thought #19

We all hear and say ‘sorry’ a lot of times. But do we really mean it each and every time we say it out loud? 
If we are really sorry for half the times we told a fake sorry or stopped ourselves from telling a sorry just because that is what people want to hear, many things in life would have been simpler. 

Titbit Thought #18

Her scars on the body, an emotional reminder of the things she had undergone, though hidden behind her full sleeved dresses, serving as a permanent unhealed wound from then on, ever. 

Titbit Thought #17

We all blame life that things keep on changing and that, nothing stays on forever. But what we don’t get is, life isn’t the factor that changes, but it’s we who change overselves and doesn’t stay constant in one decision. We don’t stand strong on decisions irrespective of whatever the conditions are. 

MY SOLACE – BOOKS!

The type of book doesn’t matter.

The genre of the book doesn’t matter.

The time of reading doesn’t matter.

As long as I curl up, alone, with a book in my hand, I feel complete.

It may seem a bit of exaggeration to some. But, for me, Books complete me.

 

The feel of the book in my hand,

The scratchy noise of the pages turning in the silent room,

The play of the words before my eyes, and

The play of the scene in my mind,

Getting transported to a parallel dimension

Where only me and my book exist.

Books are what I call, ‘My Solace’.

 

If I could keep on writing about my love for books, I could go on forever.That is when I realized that nothing could ever take the place of books in my life. Not a person, not a thing. The loving feeling that fills up my heart at the mention of books, you could think that I’m actually talking about a person! In fact, the passion that I get towards books feels like a personification of an actual person.

Books are what, that made me go through life, and

Books are what, I will live for.