Memories ❤

Its been a long time, since I'm holding these memories within. There are these memories in my mind of you and me ❤ being 'us'.
 There are just these memories in my mind of you, that lay still. Wounded yet full of love in every glimpse I see.
It just takes me a second to be there from here,a roller coaster ride as it seems to be. There I see you in every glimpse and here I feel you in every breeze that crosses by. As if its truly said 'love is in the air'. Just like the breeze you gently touch my soul and pass by, recreating these memories in my mind. And BOOM, a wave of nostalgia just hits my heart.
 Everytime it feels like,this is for real and its happening right here. Alas,these are just memories in my mind.
And yet recreating the BEAT OF MY HEART ❤ that actually once belonged to you!

Black and white thing

Here come's the 'black and white' thing.
Well,it would be more appropriate if I say 'black OR white'.
These three words has murdered so many dreams,one can't even imagine of. Just these three words. Unbelievable,but still it has got that power! The power to supress those people whom the society call's 'weak' but one can also call them 'sentimental'. These words has got the power of demons, which you can't really see but it tears you bad!
Just a simple question pops in my mind 'how does it actually matters whether you are black or white'. What does the skin colour has got to define you?
Nothing?
Then why is it still mentioned at times. Why you still get to hear things on your skin colour behind your back. Actually sometimes its straight to the face.
Tell me what does the skin colour defines?
Your personality? Your character? Your innerself ? Your dreams? Does it defines anything?
Well, I don't feel so! Whether you are black or white you are still the same person inside. Your skin colour doesn't defines any god damn thing.
 Oh wait. I'm mistaken,the skin colour thing actually defines one thing. It defines the narrow mentality of those who talk about the 'black and white' matter behind your back or straight to your face. It shows how disgusting some people still are.
 Other than this it defines nothing. Even if you are black you are just as beautiful as the white one. You are all beautiful in your own ways. Colour doesn't defines beauty. Because beauty of a person is seeen in their behaviour,their love. The way they carry themselves,it is heard in their voice. It is felt in their precious presence,and last but not the least. Beauty of a person lies within his soul. Not in the colour his skin got.

The darkness within

Lets say it this way..
  There is darkness inside me,somewhere. Demons from the past? They lay still! Demons from the memories,they wake me up still! Wounded, frustrated, quiet but not quite silenced!
Intend to hear them as they crawl in some movement. They are quiet at times,but never silenced. Hear them roar,hear them crawl! The demons, that lay still. And sometimes these demons attacks you from inside. And you seems to be the evil outside!
They say once a evil always a evil.
But I say, If somtimes I sin like the evil then at times I will love like the angels do.
 For the devil,was once an angel too ❤
  

A soul 'darker than the night'

Its about that *smile*

That smile she wore, they said was what made her special. A smile so real that shines so bright. Least did they know,that the most beautiful smile hid behind itself a SOUL DARKER THAN THE NIGHT, a cry so loud that even devil would be terrified. A plea suppressed deep within her heart to save her from the DEMONS she fought everyday.
 All they ever saw and believed in was the SMILE, that never left her lips no matter what. 'A smile that shines so bright'. Yet hid behind itself so many dark secrets of her life,that no one even noticed for once. And how could they?
When all they ever saw and believed was just the smile and nothing beyond that EVER!
It is rightly said that,people just see what they want to see. They just hear what they want to listen. They never went beyond this,never to the depths.
Alas,they never saw that SOUL,which is DARKER than the night. They never heard that cry,never even sensed that plea hidden in her heart! Because who cares to see what's inside ? What's behind that SMILE? 

An open LETTER

To the best friends that seems to be lost along the way. . .

There are days,when it strikes me as so strange that we don't talk often anymore,like the way we used to.
The way 'friends' do!
There are moments when things reminds me of you,reminds me of us and I want to let you know. But now this and time and distance has kept us so apart that contacting you to share that seems weird. Because,we are no more like the time's before. In simple words,we are no more like ''us''!

Just look at us,how far we've come since those ''schools'' carefree days. But the real thing now lies within a question,How did we end up here? How did you go from being best of friends to practically 'just friends' ?
Back when we were friends,I never dreamed there would come a time,when I would see these friendship fading away! Choices were made,that led us to this. I don't really know,whether some of those choices were conscious decisios to let go of the way we were.
I remember, it was my last day of school when all promised to be the way we were but time happened and friends became names in contact list!

  Now at this time,your life is so foreign to me. I no longer know,whats going on in it,but I wish things were different; we were still important parts in each others lives. But the truth is,life happened and we slowly went apart without realising,and now sometimes it seems to me as if the gap's just to big to bridge.

Given the chance, I would love to have the old times back, have 'us' back. I miss being around you people. And more importantly I miss 'us'. Unfortunately,we are all so busy thay I don't even know if things will ever get back to place or not.
But I want you to know, that I am still here. Just like before. I doesn't matters how much time and distance is between us or how much apart we are, I will always be there. I am just a phone call away. Because once I considered you my best friends, and that still means something to me. Life may have separated us,but I still care.
As, still friendship stands above everything!

Amidst the 'beauty'

"The earth has music for those who listen" <3
music is god's gift to man,the only art of heaven given to earth...
the only art of earth we take to heaven <3

"The earth has beauty for those who watch" <3
You do not have to walk a hundred miles to see the beauty of earth.
You only have to let the soft pure corner of your body love what it loves.
 Meanwhile,the beauty of earth goes on..
Amidst the simple beauty of earth as long as this exist.
Not because you have to,but because..
"Earth's the right place to love" <3
see the beauty of earth,listen to its melody.. and let your soul be free to love what it loves. 

The 'untold' story

They say time 'heals'. Time heals every wound,but it doesn't heal the scars. Because scars still remains somewhere and there comes the pain 'hiding'. Just because you didn't see it,doesn't means it isn't ripping through the soul. It does,because pain does not need to be seen,but to be felt. And she felt it all throughout these years. Sometimes monsters are invisible and the painful demons attacks us from inside. Just because you cannot see the claws and the teeths, doesn't mean they aren't ripping through her soul.
You know what truly aches ? Having so much inside you and not having the slightest clue of how to pour it out. She feels the greatest pain in life is not to die,but to live in a body which fights to survive,with a mind that tries to die. She have seen and felt a whole lot, she have been at the lowest of lows. She feels the greatest pain in life is not to die,but to be forgetten. To see her dreams drowning,and to see the 'dead ends' approaching. What truly aches her is to see herself helpless,who cries herself to sleep everynight. Because every next morning she has to wake up to fight those same old invisible demons whose teeths and claws might not be seen by anyone,but they are the one's ripping through her soul. The greatest pain in life is not in seeing the soul die, but to see the 'dreams' die. The dreams that she lives for,she fights for and would straight away die for. This is what actually aches her soul and mind. 
  ''She bled onto pages,
to spare the grief she was holding inside.. 
Blood mixed with her tears,her ink
Wove a desperate tale of another time..
As the pages climed towards the sky
 the burn in her chest began to subside.. 
Till the pain lie dormant once more,
and the blood,ink and tears had nearly run dry''