Uncut wings

Q.Do women sometimes not realize that they may be in love with someone? A.Yes they don't maybe because at the time when they are supposed to realize that they love the guy, they don't know if they at all love him or not, or maybe further they are unable to differentiate between love, lust or mere passion towards him. Maya is a girl. If it is not painfully obvious. And here is her story. So, this guy about whom she had never heard of before approaches her, who later turns out to be an acquaintance (a rather close one). They both then have an online verbal spat due to which the guy finds her sapiosexual and is evidently in love with her, worse they dissolve all their differences over time and she keeps catching the guy staring at her often at their workplace. Eventually, she find that the guy shares a common hobby about which they both are equally passionate, so he gets attached to her some more. She never realized until just a few days ago how much she misses talking to him, ...

At any moment, your situation is the way it is whether you like it or not. When you fight the truth of the way your situation is, you create a state of fear, upset, and tunnel vision. You destroy your ability to find solutions and tend to make your situation worse. To handle a situation, you need effective action, not the inner state of resisting. You remove the resisting and restore your effectiveness through a process called “Letting Go.” To see an example of letting go, find a time in your life when you actively resisted something. Then, for whatever reason, you stopped the resisting and said, “The heck with it.” You stopped fighting your situation and moved on with your life. Notice what happened the moment you did this. You got your peace of mind back. The fear and upset disappeared. You also saw everything differently. Everything looked different because the tunnel vision was gone. Instead of having 3 degrees of possibility, you now had 360 degrees. Now notice what happ...

Born in a thunderstorm She closed her eyes only to open to the death of the one who had bore her She could fight with a sword even before she could properly walk She could zap the shield and yap a competitor all alone, she had her words later She was born a fighter, evident she fought her way into the world She would fight her way through the world Her father was off into a war betrayed, to never return back She had a brother they said he fought valiantly when he finally fell rubies flew down instead of blood She had another brother  who raised her  She was not sure if he ever loved her He sold her to the highest bidder But now sure that she didn't love him, He got killed, a dying shame of molten gold She had no one else in the world left except for that proud bidder whom she learnt to love She called him her Sun and Stars Even he left her, death at her hands  There was a knight who did love her but knights are not meant to love Fittingly...

True friendship among people is restricted by gender. They say, it's either bros before hoes or the sisterhood of the travelling pants. I am a firm believer of this doctrine. And the devil may care if I am wrong because I realized that I have had a wonderful session 2009-10, of great & valuable friendship; not that it happened to me for the first time. I dedicate it to my friends. My personal sisterhood of the travelling pants.  This poem  is named as Stuck in a riot of colors .  It has been illustrated as under:                                                                                     Set apart from white, black or grey;                                 ...

I write because I have no other way of bleeding. I bleed because I think it is better than crying. I cry because I am now bad at what I was best at. I am bad because I gave a damn. I gave a damn not because I cared but because I was careless. I was careless because I didn't think. I didn't think that I think a lot. I think a lot because I have dreams. I dream because I have ambitions. I am ambitious because I want to bring about a change. I want to bring about a change because I can. I can bring about a change because I don't perceive but because I observe. I observe because I am curious. I am curious because I want to know. I want to know because I want the absolute, but not the abstract. I want the absolute. Yes, I want the absolute. I want the exact. I want the round peg in the round hole and the square peg in the square hole. And yet I aspire to be the square peg in the round hole. I am one. I am meant to quest for the absolute. I am meant to be the absolute. I am mean...

Back in the days, wonder, yore Life was still dark and sore Broad roads were dark alleyways Happiness? Noways! Find a place to rest in peace, Go take your chance, no, do as you please! You are alone, you are aloof Like a lone ranger on the sands of times The wind chimes, while the poem no longer rhymes You wonder since when has tragedy been your style Weren't you gay, weren't you happy all the while Since there is no time to contemplate Or, an eternity that you could waste But wait! Is that a ray of hope you see? That difference! Oh, his eyes are dead like the black sea He opens his mouth, his tongue divided Like that fork Poseidon was provided Yes he is irritating, beyond belief But a mentor, your solace in solitude You hate his guts, you hate that attitude But since when has friendship been of a lesser magnitude? Original Poem

She wonders what people under depression go through. Kidding. She exactly knows what people under depression go through. Experienced that she is, she is not sure if ever she would come out of or if she is already out of it. There is a gnawing presence around her that at her best times is conspicuous due to its absence and at her worst is the complete personality, a mirror of her being. At times she is more aware of her person than she would like to be, more reckless and, hence, more upset by the slightest ignominy, weakest provocation. And yet, at times she is this girl who has the world under her feet not once but twice over, as proud as the noblest knight and as carefree as Wordsworth's lass. These extremities of behavior was and innate part of her existence which has come out at the correct time for now she can face a clear mirror and not fall into pieces. She looks exactly the same as she did earlier only now that she glows. Glow not like the illuminating light-bug or the moon...