The unpack suitcase

When we were young a Girl from the corner cried i am not different than any of you . I may look different ,my shape may be different, my color may be different but still i am human and young like any of you. But society judged the Girl about the thing which was below her belt rather than about the thing in which  she was above the belt . She cried, howled but oh you are not supposed to show that because that will term you as weak and the society will again judge you . But the Girl was too young to understand that all these things wont matter to her in the near future, but society failed to explain this to her and she was again and again rejected from all the social institutions  as she wanted the answers for her questions .So she decided to keep quiet and face all the storm by herself . Sexually abuse,judged by her appearance ,proving people to find a place in society ,excepting bullies all these became the part of her life. And now when she has finally survived her life every...

Beauty is the uniqueness that comes with flaws.It has dents and scars that magnify the beauty.Every time beauty gains self confidence dents and scars conceal itself not for the world but for itself .Beauty endeavour the person but soul leaves it's imprint .All the scars and dents make us imperfectly perfect and nobody is free from this chain.It is not the outward aspect we should reshape rather we should reconstruct the inner aspect.Everything fades away but only the soul remains young.There should not be epiphany to change the scars and dents but try to handle it with a loyal way .It doesn't matter if you are svelte or a blubber person but what matter is how you are willingly to welcome it .Don't be a binge in mind overthinking but have a mind of viveur because after few days,few months,few years it won't  matter anymore.Don't spend your days being a undermine being  but spend your days being a brawny person.      "Yes,I am beautiful and scars and dents  c...

This lonely dark sky suffuse with stars looking at me in a depressing way and sings a lullaby. Although the stars are trying to cover the darkness nothing is working out it's still shoveling  .The dark sky stares at me as I look above the sky . It's again 2am we both are standing still same night only the days are different . The dark sky  looks at me the way I wonderment the world would look at me . We wish to touch each other so that the current between us slow it's pase down  but our distance is too much to cover .Broken but still here is no courage to let my inner voice out .Will you be my shield in the dark sky ?The humans have left the path and now even the stars . Dark sky even your words are not audible to me but seems your eyes is fill with truth and honesty as it looks at me and thats what i fantasy about you .Now you are my only place to find a minute of solace .Alas !! You also change  yo urself into the bright Sun and it's burning my soul. Adieu darkness...

Tonight i am missing a chance to be a good human being again. Every time i try to be a different person  i fall back to the zone of common men. Chaos, Cavalry,emotions  all disturbs my souls everytime it regains peace.Is it so easy to be a saint?? When i see everyone around is turning to be  one. But,I  cant get devoid of the harmful feelings of life. Life bluffs me, i try to bluff life but i fail now and then!! Trying to sooth my soul by listening to the songs of George Michael and Cliff Richard but even such happiness ends. Then why doesnt the howl life just slow down the pace of race. Flashback of happiness all i ponder around now but i have to rewind days and years to search my happiness. Oh!! Darling me how can i seduce my life to fall in love with you. Should i buy a medicine or life will be my pimple forever.

People once told me  cigrattes and alcohol kills you but nobody told me love kills too . Then i wouldnt have dare to love anything . Family , Friends, Lover has all passed away .All i do now is sit alone in the artifical deem light and  i can see the obscure image of my life.  Attachment, emotions makes you vulnerable it changes you sometimes for Good and sometimes for Bad . But my life became a maze and i am still trying to figure the way out of the good and the bad. Because i am numb and i want to feel atleast hatred because emptiness make me a smoker of overthinking . I went to the chruch  to search for answer I went to the temple to search for my answer I went to the mosque to search for my answer But atlast i found love, yes i found love when the  being who couldnt spoke showed me the love through his eyes the little homeless dog .