Let’s cut the crap and face it. Each one of us wants the
thing we don’t have. Once we get it, we crave for something else. The tangle of
want-need-expectation never really ceases. As years steer by, and goals of life
transform into bigger realities, this cobweb multiplies into a complex gamut.
Aaya who phir nazar
aise, baat chidhne lagi phirse…aankhon mein chubhta kal ka dhuaan…
We all strive for perfection. Yet we all compromise. What is
companionship exactly? Is it finding the perfect one (or waiting for one until
the end arrives), or is it bending down and make the imperfections work.
Let me go, I don’t
wanna be your hero, I don’t wanna be a big man…I just wanna fight with everyone
else.
I believe people, who are—or aim to be—your companion, are
life filters. Like a tissue soaks up the oil of a snack, the stand eats up the
candle wax—in the same way, life companions filter all the dirt around and in
you and put it far away, leaving only the residue of positivity, non-whiny
environment and a healthy atmospheric vibe which only repels happiness. They
soak up confusions and provide for solutions. They remove the mundane and fill
laughter. They kill the emotional debt and make you guilt-free. They pull you
up and become the torch when the bulb inside you fuses. They light up, each minute,
each day with just their mere thought in your head. Well, they should, at
least.
Kisi mausam ka jhonka tha..
jo is deewar par latki hui tasveer tirchi
kar gaya hai....
gaye saawan me deewarein seeli nahi thi...
na jane is dafa kyun inme seelan aa gayi
hai...daraarein padh gayin hai...
This expectation can be termed as ideal or perfect, but it has its
moments of weakness too. The only trick of the game lies in recovering from the
lows, back to the highs. What to take to heart, and what not. What to let
effect the strength of love, and what not. What to impress or digress or
influence one partner, and what not. Its constantly about the choices—choice of
letting loose, choice of gripping it together, choice of ignoring, choice of
clinging, choice of hating or choice of loving—all in one that particular moment
when you are in your low, and keeping that feeling constant till you have
promised.
But who gives a fuck to the deep thought anyway? Let’s just play
around, behave societal, eat, and sleep. All this anyway is just an
over-thinking brain. Who wants to give a thought, and make lives better anyway.
So lately, been wondering..
Who will be there to take my
place..
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