Noises

She said a lot, and it hurt him. Not as much as this though. He never had a doubt in his mind that what ever he was being told was not quite true and after a while he stopped persisting for it. but she never stopped persisting on what she was saying  was correct. He was curt and suddenly distant. He had a sudden sense of empowerment  as he detached himself from his feelings. However there were silent squirms inside him that he gaudily pretended to be unaware of.But he wanted to be right and for that she had to be wrong. The eggshell was intact, and that was the bad news. After a while the voice talking to him just faded away as he was no more receptive to any amount of convincing. She stopped talking and he felt at ease, as if victorious in his belief. Her silence to him sounded like the testimony of his distrust. But just as his detachment was complete and the shell was strengthened beyond any permeation she said something. She said  "I am not a liar" as she beautified the world with a few pearls and was gone. The walls that drove her away, went away with her. He collapsed inwards under the noise of those words around him. And he no more wanted to be right.

Mind monsters

Demons of my mind are out and  crawling all over me again. They are strong enough to keep me awake yet not strong enough to make me snap out of my unawareness. I am at my cynical best. I am afraid to think, for I fear I might figure it all out right now. For if this inquisitive bastard is satiated, it would make way for another new monster who I don't even know of yet. This daze is preserving, looking after every one of them and all things good about them. Keeping them the way they are is far from easy, since there is  an impressive world around me, around them, and the fallen angels are impressionable. They are ruthless and cruel at times and at other times gullible and pliable. They are like fishes which get startled when you knock too hard on the aquarium glass.
They are also like the gushing flow of a torrid flow of water, always finding it way through come what may. Every time I talk, I have to raise my voice over theirs to be heard. In every conversation  I have to painfully weed out their noises to hear what everyone else is saying. But then there are times when I summon them, with my thoughts. I think, so they are.My thoughts, monsters.

Chase

No chase ever just ends. Its not a endless circle nor is it an infinite road but yet the chasing never ends. It goes on and on, as long as we live. We chase things, we chase ideas, we chase people and we chase dreams. And  sometime or the other we have all given up on a chase, burring a dream or just letting go a deep want..We give up. Just that the chase never gives up on us. The goals that we gave up chasing ,start chasing us right back. Give up on a long cherished dream now and try moving on. It will come back in the form of people, events  or moments you encounter in your life, to shout right on your face. Or some time the buried dream will just come calling back in your head and have you wishing you hadn't given up when you did..If we are able to reach our goals the chasing gives way to keeping. Can u maintain the passion,can you handle the wear and tear of life.Can you survive  real life with the rose tinted glasses of desire off your eyes. now. No chase ever just ends, When the chasing ends, keeping begins.. .

break my hear ,. will you
and let me go

if you have danced a song or had a drink with some one.. the two of you are never the same

f f

When you build a bullet, you create a victim
and when you make a bomb, you create a target too.

When you say a harsh word, the hurt finds its way in
 and when you flip on your word, the trust finds its way out.