Don’t project your insecurities on to the other person. Let them breathe, even if with their problems. Let them sit and think them over to proceed towards a solution. Don’t discard that a certain problem can never happen to others because you are unable to accept the reality you you haven’t been in their shoes ever. Don’t respond “you are joking”, “stop joking”, “this can’t be true”, “it’s nothing”, “you are imagining it” or “don’t create scenes in your head” or anything similar in nature in response. By doing so, you are pushing them towards their ruin by discarding their truth and saying so from a place of privilege. You, hence, become one with the oppressors or the culprits of their suffering. Don’t do more harm than good.
I like my skin in all the shades
but dusky is my favorite.
I click most of my photos
when my face is decorated by shadows
Craziness, to me, is a weird idea because I believe that everyone, here, is some kind of crazy. It is an idea against the ideals of the society that the ‘crazy’ people live in. I have a lot of queries regarding these ideals. To me, the society where I live in currently is crazy.
I am leaving my mistakes behind. They cannot be undone now. I may or may not regret making them when I think about them in retrospection.
I met a man who was in dire need of love.
He appeared to be harmful.
Everyone told me he has ill intentions.
Since he seemed untrustworthy and disloyal,
they warned me and asked me to be careful.
I am in a fright towards who I was in the past. Everyone and everything could affect me. I used to cry silently. I was bullied and laughed at by all the people of my age in the primary and secondary classes without any fault of mine. This experience transformed me into a premature person. Hence, now I can also connect, reciprocate and communicate with the ones who understand the patterns of life.
Have patience, O heart!
At least try to understand the situation.
Even you are going to start
walking towards building a new relation.
It is all a play of pretence. Pretence to be better than the other. Lady Wishfort is not ready to accept her wearing age and that the time when she had the ability to woo many young, well- off gentlemen has left the scene long ago and takes refuge from her reality when she paints her face in make up.
I am on the verge of bursting out. The burden of the regrets of the past and some mistakes which provided no opportunity to me to correct them constantly haunt my mind. Music holds the threads of sanity within me together and intact. All around me are loads of frustration. Each person I see passes off their lack of hope and drive to whoever they meet, as if getting rid of an infectious disease by getting others infected and troubling them.
When the calendar changes to 365,
be it by faith or may it be universal,
the aim of growth in the life
is for each individual and temporal.