Auld Lang Syne.

Memories~

              Flipping through the pages of an old diary which clutches moments worth reminiscence , is a feeling quite inexplicable.Every diary has a story to tell. Every diary demands its own kind of aura.

              Every worldling is embroiled in his own mental struggles.Sharing your piece of life - bitter or sweet-as it may be , isn't really prudent,Your memories are your own , they have their own importance in your life , which no other soul can understand. And thats what makes them worth preserving. Your past is already a memory and your present is soon going to be another. But at the end of it all , to know how eloquent your life has been , you got to capture every moment you live. You've got means to do so -the best one in my opinion being a diary. The dawn of technology has brought you cameras as well. But , you see , a diary has got its own luminosity , it has got feelings etched on to it and a picture only wheedles you to decipher the long lost feelings.

             For me , every white expanse in a diary induces an urge to carve my world , my memories on to it. Every page wroughts an enchantment. The memories contained in them aren't any less than a time machine.I'd rather say , with all its complications and sophistication , the time-machine is a mere hypothetical device , but memories do take you on a ride back in time - thats the puissance of memories over science. Seemingly insignificant though, they have their own potence. They're like an abyss into which you could lose yourself. And , they're equally evanescent, it takes but a snap to come out of its tangled depths. Its actually hard to arbitrate what place memories could hold in an individual's life-it varies. For a person who has advanced through struggles to end up on a precise platform , his memories might not be as cherished as the ones whose past is a sugar-coated one , nevertheless the obnoxious ones are equally significant - you've got to taste what's bad to know what good is like just as you can only savour the warmth of sunshine once you realise that the clouds are cold.

      Memories as a whole , have the ability to stir one's emotions, allow you to savour lost feelings and gift an exciting aesthetic pleasure. Its always more than worth your time to plunge into the whirlpool of your mind and savour the pleasure of sliding back to the moments you left behind.

If Winter Comes..can spring be far behind ?

              IF WINTER COMES... CAN SPRING BE FAR BEHIND ?

  What's sweet if you haven't tasted bitter ? What are warm fuzzies if you don't know what the cold sting is like ? How will you savour the feeling of being on the ninth cloud until you haven't fallen into the dumps ?                                         

 Yes, there's no good without bad.

There are times when things go berserk , there's this desire to runaway - somewhere far , into an abyss of tranquility where trouble can't find you. You see the darker side of everything around. Sunbeams become an illusion. Breeze becomes thunder. Exactly when you think of giving up. Just when there's this dulcet little inner voice which asks you to hold on. A faint streak of light is strengthening to a beam , that is why the voice asked you to hold on. You've just scurried into a murky tunnel , seemingly endless. But , you know it has to end somewhere, and before you expose yourself completely to the brightness , before you get to the end of it , there's a point where you can only see a faint ray intruding and as you move on , the intruder outshines the dweller and you get what you longed for-light , warmth , colours!

                      Breeze , blossoms , rainbow and a hope that the season ages no more- the feeling of spring after a cold winter. A smile which has struggled through tears. The long-craved for happiness is yours again. There's always a reason behind everything-there's always happiness after sorrow.
But what you need to do is , out of a hundred reasons to give up, you have to look for that one reason to hold on. Seeing the good in the bad , the smile in the sad is what defines a strong person.
                   You ought to take pain for a gain. There's always a right time , and you have to wait for it. If this is not your time , you'll soon have yours and if you're tired of waiting for it, have faith that its just a little far and you have to keep moving on for its right there , waiting for you.
                   Good times don't last , neither do bad- Every evanescing winter sees the sun.
There are no sunbeams without a shower. No light without darkness. No spring without winter.

                        Keep waiting , and above all , keep hoping ! :)

The World I See.

                           The World I See.


    Theres hatred. Theres Lust. A fire of vengeance burns in so many hearts. Vile schemes contrived to kill. Sins. Hostilities . Tears.  So much Of what you'd find obnoxious. 
    All of this which the world finds in oodles , Its hard to find a whit of it in the world I see. There isn't just a place to hold an iota of it for its so  love-crammed. Its a little place. A  teensy place I'd say , But thats all I'd hanker for - It has got all the love one could wish for . 
       It makes you feel that happy vibe for the slightest of things , You'd awake to  sunny mornings and shut your lids to  breezy nights , You'd have your diary to turn every transient moment into an ineradicable memory - One that you won't lose to eternity. You'd have the freedom to nurture your ambitions , your feelings , your thoughts , your desires. Its a world where there isn't the slightest of obligation to care what impression your way of thinking could leave on any insignificant mortal. You'd be free to do what makes you happy. You'd be free to work in your own way -Understanding the necessities , Understanding the need to mellow out. You'd have your most loved people by your side, and the undesired fragments brushed to some inconsequential corner. And some music ofcourse , when you want. And..maybe a camera ? Capturing moments , no matter how much you philosophise about the beautiful world we had without technology- this little thing which it has gifted will be ever-appreciated. 
      I just can't get enough of it , I wish to savour the present , reflect upon the spiffing moments that have passed and give way to my fantasies for the moments to come.
        Its a world I created , a world which sways as I blow , a world where pixies wrought their enchantment in atomies. All I did was , saw what i wished to , blind eyes and deaf ears to what I didn't want. And thats when I had this little world of mine , an ethereal one.
     It might sound half-baked and frenzied to mundane minds , but i feel you don't always need to absorb logic. The more you do , the more you fall into tangled depths. Its good to give your mind , the freedom it craves for.
      Theres too much of darkness already , a trapped mind just adds to it . Set it free , let the sunbeams in. Things come to you , as you see them. Life comes to you as you see it. You don't need to mould yourself according to your life , but what you need to do is mould life in your ways !