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.
Get original to get creative.
Maybe, draw something
to draw your desire
more and more near.
Don’t forget to respect her.
She is the creator.
She can be the manipulator
but leaves space for him to function.
Anything that comes under my observation—
any act, event or person
can be the inspiration
behind my creation.
I can not express right now
how much am I attracted to your mind.
I am trying to keep away from you anyhow
to avoid having deeper feelings of such kind.
Overestimation is the cause of suicides but at times, also of success. Contemplation is a good habit that saves us from many troubles but overthinking ruins it all. It harms our self-image and self-confidence. It prevents us from working hard to achieve our goals by making us afraid or lazy.
One can’t write unless one feels. Though I feel something almost everyday, yet there are some days when my mind is void of all. There is a numbness that I feel all over me, inside and outside. At such a time, I crave for a muse and reminisce the loss of many muses in the past who played a beautiful role in shaping variant parts of me.
Sometimes, a thought strikes in my mind
‘What if I have nothing to write?
What would I do when the subject’s void?’
but I suppose, this situation will never occur possibly.
I close my eyes
and can see you.
You haven’t met me uptil
now but many a times, I have met you.
Home—a place we belong to. Where our families stay and belong to. Our ancestors, basically. Also, a place where the people who live there are connected with us. A place where we return after the worldly affairs tire us.