Sleepless nights?

It is because I know I have not given my best and find it impossible to sleep through the night having that thought hovering around my head like the shinigami hanging besides Light.

Growing up

The simple act, switching off a television, watching him sleep, snoring, being comfortable in a room, is it that I could see the light or be accustomed to the darkness or had i finally opened my eyes for the first time in many years and given it a try.

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And you forget it all , so soon

As if , it never happened

All that ceased to exist.

Breathe

The past seems like a different time.

I am glad to be out of the rut which I was in, where sadness, pride, control, fear, doubt, anger, tension prevailed all the time. All the people around me, the places,then and now, such a vast difference. At this moment, I am grateful to all the wonderful people around me,  people whom I always dreamed of meeting one day , whom I never believed could exist , even if they did , I never thought I would be lucky enough to meet them.

A sense of belonging, people whom you don't often meet, but when you do it is always like old times, always.

someone who knows exactly what you mean to say,

who is as weird as you are, 

when all you need is a look,

or you can just talk about books, books and books,

curse the philosophers for their language,

 

who you can lie next to and stare at stars for hours,

or just lie down upon the dewy grass ,

or on the bare asphalt,

look at the world upside down, 

the cars whizzing past by,

contemplate about the clouds going to conquer you, 

swear that you can see a stairway to heaven,

laugh for hours without knowing why,

To be able to breathe freely.

 

Right, write, right.

Nothing will get you past this, but yourself.
How do you get yourself to quit wondering?
Tame your thoughts, your mind ?
You can pretend all you want,
But at night how do you make those tears stop?

( A very old post found it in the long list of drafts)

When you start living again

:)

Harry Potter quotes

So weak
So vulnerable
It's not how you are alike
It's how you are not

G.O.D

The most popular concept in this world.

My figment of imagination?

Is it just me who thinks that in the coming years they will discover everything is living ?

The Routine

The everyday, this is the timeline, work within this, this is how it is supposed to be, this is how we are, this is who we are, follow, repeat, follow, repeat, repeat, repeat - in a loop we keep going.