scribbles

from my sketch book

Few...

Few moments

Have taken my breath away

Few monsoons

Have carried my home away

Few dreams

Have taken my sleep away

Few risks

Have taken my future away

Few people

Have shaken my belief away!

one liner

I read it somewhere -

Losing your mind is a luxury for middle class people!

It can't be

Many thoughts are stuck inside me,

I’m not allowing them to come out.

I’m doubtful whether it is right enough to spell them out…

We have many boundaries which we have created for ourselves,

I feel I’m trapped in that somewhere…

I have to help myself,

this phase in life has been really long …as far as I remember..

I’m just standing still

With same thoughts

Same questions

Unbearable answers

Contradictory situations

And a hopeful heart….

That doesn’t allow me to express myself loudly

Its keeps murmuring something or the other

And I keep resisting myself.

It’s like a war between two people inside you

One is good and the other is bad!!

Negative side of our own is difficult to accept…

Bad person is making me stubborn, doubtful, closed and judgmental

Good person is making me neutral …

I always say, everyone is right at their place,

Situations make them good or bad.

At this time, I can’t say both are right at their places…

It can not be.