“At one magical instant in your early childhood, the page of a book—that string of confused, alien ciphers—shivered into meaning. Words spoke to you, gave up their secrets; at that moment, whole universes opened. You became, irrevocably, a reader.” –Alberto Manguel

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Sunday, October 27, 2013

Juxtapositioned

Hey.. Peeps.. :) Diwali is coming on the wings of the wind and like last year I will be away from home, wow! am so in love with my work. No possibility to go home, and guess moreover it is a decision –made after so many permutations and combinations with huge expectations that stand nowhere.

Work, dreams, desires, reality, expectations, imaginations run over a parallel track –seems never to meet. They are all packed together in juxtaposition that you can make the difference and can never count the similarities. Our problems and solutions are somewhat arranged in same pattern. Once you figure out the difference, and its over –that’s the common deal with problems & solutions.

We compare stuffs and evaluate so many things and sometimes it is not even required. Every damn thing in this world is juxtapositioned. If not then we –decaying organic matter, somehow arrange it in same pattern long for the solution. It is like disassembling up a solved jigsaw puzzle and then putting it back to solve it –trying to arrange every piece that fits.

Loneliness was rarely felt. But being absent at such a grand festival invites me to grand ennui I never wanna be part of. Anyways, Bangalore rains and mood swings have a deal in common –it can happen anytime, I hate both. Hoping coming week to be good! Currently listening to Feels Like Home by Chantal Kreviazuk. Signing out, may God bless y’all.. :)

Saturday, October 19, 2013

Mutual Antipathy

Hey.. Peeps.. :) If only we could get scars for happiness, life would be different. For us best is never enough, and we value it when it is gone. Just a thought, we get scars for pain and it is considered as legacy of pain. What’s legacy of happiness? Gawd knows! We complain so much about pain and thank less for what we have been blessed with.

Anyways, “When we don't know who to hate, we hate ourselves.” ―Chuck Palahniuk, and this hate gets multiplied and becomes so huge that you can never get rid of it. Concept of hate starts with mutual antipathy. Yeah, you can’t hate somebody unless it is mutual. And it is not limited till not talking, it is much more.

But you know, when you are being good and people consider you bad then you get to think of bad. You find out the positive aspect of bad, too. You own a soft corner for bad and you can easily relate with it, that’s how we calculate. If the theorem for hate has to be written, then it would be something like this: Wrong assumptions in the absence of understanding followed by impulsive decisions always equates to mutual antipathy.


We all are decaying organic matter; we spend life in break up and make up. We are so busy in other shit, that we do not make time to live. Life is too short to hate. Does all this not indicate how little we have idea about life? There is always so much to explore than we know. But there will always be people who won’t stop hating and nourishing their hate to the level of equilibrium. Think! Signing out.. may God bless y’all.. :)

Friday, October 11, 2013

Fading Like A Shadow

























Can hear the echoes of silence;
shadows are stealing the light,
walk me home, I am alone;
lost in the middle of the night.

Don’t know which way to go;
losing sense of control,
no one to tell what to do;
opposed by my own soul.

Leaving no proof of existence;
am fading like a shadow,
this world seems not enough;
wish could escape outta window.

Sleepless nights that haunts;
scary long wandering hours,
deepest thoughts; never expressed,
that passed while staring at the stars.

All I can sense is numb;
can feel nothing at all,
wanna pretend am flying;
for a while, when I fall.

Leaving no proof of existence;
am fading like a shadow,
this world seems not enough;
wish could escape outta window.

~Shreya ♥

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P.P.S. Work Of Fiction!!

Wednesday, October 2, 2013

It’s You

























If you ever ask me who’s that somebody;
who keeps me awake in the darkest hours,
I have gotta tell you and make you believe;
it’s you who keeps me wishing on the stars.

If you ask me who’s that somebody;
who makes me dream all day long?
I will whisper into your ears;
it’s you who makes me go on and on.

Guess you don’t even have a clue;
I claim that I’ve lost half of my heart,
and guess am gonna lose rest of it;
gotta tell you my story from the start.

If you ask me who’s that somebody;
Whose absence kills me?
I may take your name and tell;
it’s you with whom I wanna be.

It you ask me who’s that somebody;
for whom I can cry from all my heart,
guess you know it, moreover feel it;
it’s you who tears me apart.

But you don’t even have a clue;
I claim that I’ve lost half of my heart,
and guess am gonna lose rest of it;
gotta tell you my story from the start.

~Shreya ♥

P.S. My creation, please do not copy | Copyright © Protected | Image: Google

P.P.S. Work Of Fiction!!