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.
Not a place of terror—the jungle
is rather a hub of survival.
It consists of all and only
that we need to live solely.
You are more to me
a child than a mother.
You are like a baby.
I am the bud and you are my budder.
I don’t think I am working
because I don’t feel like I do.
Freedom is the emotion I keep feeling.
It provides me satisfaction that in it’s nature is very true.
Shuffle inside you,
you are stronger than you think.
You are abundant
and full upto the brink.
Art is a blessing to humanity.
It provides a vision beyond sanity.
It engulfs us into its own world
where beauty persists and emotions are swirled.
I can’t pinpoint or put a finger on it. You seeped into me slowly and steadily. You and me have become comfortable in the space that we provide to each other. I am waiting to see you live for the first time and believe it or not, I am doing this willingly. Didn’t I say before that I feel like I know you? You are not so stranger to me as you should’ve been.
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.
My father and brother never appreciate most of the work I do. My brother associates development with economy and father always wishes for the impossible. When it is about studies, he wishes I should score excellent marks in all the subjects. Being an above average student in academics, it’s not practically possible for my distracted mind and weak memory to concentrate equally and give the best results in everything I put my head into. I don’t possess academic but verbal or linguistic and musical or rhythmic intelligence among the ten types of intelligences explained by Howard Gardener.