Marilyn Monroe

“This life is what you make it. Not matter what, you're going to mess up sometimes, it's a universal truth. But the good part is that you get to decide how you're going to mess it up. Girls will be your friends - they'll act like it anyway. But just remember, some come, some go. The ones that stay with you through everything - they're your true best friends. Don't let go of them. Also remember, sisters make the best friends in the world. As for lovers, well, they'll come and go too. And babe, I hate to say it, most of them - actually pretty much all of them are going to break your heart, but you can't give up because if you give up, you'll never find your soul mate. You'll never find that half who makes you whole and that goes for everything. Just because you fail once, doesn't mean you're gonna fail at everything. Keep trying, hold on, and always, always, always believe in yourself, because if you don't, then who will, sweetie? So keep your head high, keep your chin up, and most importantly, keep smiling, because life's a beautiful thing and there's so much to smile about.”

Sweet is never sweet without the sour.

Dreams are dreams, but nightmares have their own place. Words are sweet, but they cut through like a knife sometimes. People are trusted so that they can teach you not to go over the bridge. There is life in lifeless and a lie in believe, but that doesn't mean that every time you are asked to believe you shut yourself in. Sometimes you have to give in. You do give in to time, to your lunacy, to your hysterical mental self, sometimes.

Sure, it won't be the same again but it might just be better. So why not risk it for that? If it's worth it then why not give it a chance. At the end of the tunnel there will either be that dazzling white light or another sad smile. Just because something is short-term does not mean you have to give up and sit back. The reason things fall apart, is so that they can be fixed back and reconstructed in a whole new way.

Someone said to me, ''If our life was a car, then it would never travel straight. Even on the smoothest of paths it would keep going round and round and round.''

SO WHAT?

For the time being, let old bonds be left to survive and new ones to be created, let the sun shine, let the butterflies increase, let's keep hoping, let there be heartbreaks so that we can sit and reminisce old times, let's learn the lessons and let the messages be passed..because it's always been about the little things. There is nothing bigger than that.

It's so dark outside, we'll hide it all. There's only this much we can do, but we won't let it fall.

''Night is the other half of life, and the better half.''
                    -GOETHE, Wilhelm Meister's Apprenticeship

Do you think so?


What is it about the night that brings out all that is hidden in people? How come I always do most of my writing work at night? Like right now. It's creepy at times. Night is funny, you know? It's a time when you drown yourself into tears, ice-creams, hot chocolate and music. It can make you shiver and sweat at the same time. It's as if, as soon as the sun sets down, it takes away all the distraction from one's mind. Even with a perfect sight, I would say, night is a time when people go blind, in a way. They stop seeing what's around them, eventually falling in the hands of their own serenity. It's a time they feel free of every thought in their mind, or feel free to every thought in their mind.

I, personally, know a lot of people who have a change of attitude at night.
Some go clueless about what they speak at night. They remember absolutely nothing of whatever they mentioned at night. And that is when they are not even high!
Some abduct themselves from the crowd and face their deepest fears and get nostalgic.
Some sleep at night ONLY because they don't want to meet what they are running away from.
Some feel inspired and go lunatic, make the wrong decisions and regret them later.

But night is simply weird. It has innumerable feelings to it. Feeling of the dead, and feeling of the alive. Feeling of giving in or giving up. Remembrance of lost love, remembering all those who walked away. It is the mother of thoughts.

But you can't give in to the night, till you know what is waiting there for you. In other words, no one can stay awake when the world sleeps unless they know who's going to conquer. Isn't that why a baby sleeps at night? Because he is yet to discover the mystery.

''You can't stand up to the night until you understand what's hiding in its shadows.''
                                 -CHARLES DE LINT, The Onion Girl

 

An evening of no words

''Even on the most inkiest of days, you will only see what I choose to show.''

One fine evening if you decide not to talk and just sit back and observe, you realise how funny the world is. You realise how simple it looks but how deeply there are secrets stored behind every word they utter. There is a little bit of lie behind every word, a little bit of curiosity behind every silence. How everyone's attention is so diverted in different directions that they themselves seem to lose track of what's going on. Some words pull you down to the abyss, the others showcase criticism. You notice how everyone has a certain domain of speech that they follow but it goes unnoticed by the ears. There is always that uncomfortable pull that takes you to the other side, the side that is less greener, the side that displays how those who are quiet and shy are pretty loud and those that appear so vocal have the most silent voices. How everyone at some point commits the same crime, but either in a sneakier way or just with a smart play of words.

But especially when you sit back and take out the time for others you conceive how difficult it can be to detach yourself from them.

A Rendezvous

It was a silent night.

Everything seemed so lethargic yet an uncertain amount of anticipation existed. Lights flickered gorgeously provoking the nocturnal creatures to croak joyfully. The servants had disappeared into their rooms, some getting ready for the occasion and the others setting up various things to perfect the upcoming evening. Cars were arriving, all eager faces.

 ***

Engrossed in herself, looking at her reflection, that seemed more or less like a petite sylph under the pale moonlight, seeping through the window; adrenalin rushed through her body, her heart beat at a super sonic speed, increasing her pulse rate and causing her cheeks to flush with a red colour, so beautiful for the evening.

Since twilight, every time she glanced at herself in the mirror she could not bear thinking that these would be her last moments of a kind... But it still excited her, didn't it?

Yet the feeling of being lost and confusion did not sink.

It was time, though.

She walked out of her room, all decked up in shimmery, elegant white, conscious of her every step, towards the most life changing decision she had ever made: towards her life, her sole reason for existence, her light of the day, that one charming thing she was making her way towards. Taking each step down on the staircase, house of memories flooded her mind.

There he was.

Looking up at her from beneath the staircase, with that spark in his eyes: that spark which held her back when required, the spark that assured her that this was one decision she would never regret.

This was going to be one enchanted evening. An evening of tying knots, making oaths, gifting sweet flowers and opening a bottle of champagne!

Love is Undefined

It's the love we know, the love we knew, the love that left, the love that stayed, the love that changed, the love that made you change, the love that shared, the love that cared, the love that screamed in and out, the loved that cried dusk to dawn, the love that smiled to make a day, the love that cried to make someone stay, the love that barked, the love that sparked, the love that covered guilt, the love that filled, the tiny holes, deep within, the love that provoked the devil, the love that freaks the angel, the love that's nice, the love that's wise, the love which exists, the love that broke fists.

It's the love of God, of mother, of dog. The love that doesn't know right and wrong.

Gone with the Wind -Margaret Mitchell

One book that drives me crazy. Something about it, that even I can't identify, pulls me towards it. I have a terrible memory and there is no way I remember the details of the book but with every page I turn, my heart softens. It's that one classic novel that touches my heart every single time I read it. The characters seem so real, so imperfect, so full of mistakes, with no happy endings. It isn't about being happy and joyous in your life. It's about living on and on, about being as imperfect as you are but not caring what the world says, about loving the wrong person the right way, about having sore hands and still manage to turn heads, about having an attitude that makes people look up to you, about losing everything but still being able to imagine a prosperous ray of sunshine, all over again.

''TOMORROW IS ANOTHER DAY''

My favorite line from that book which adorns half my books and write-ups. Spoken by the charming Scarlett O'hara, it is her philosophy. The entire book she will not lose hope. The mountain shall fall and she shall still treat it like a mole hill destruction. She might just lose ounces of money she owns but she knows what she's doing.

But, it's the end that breaks all hearts, brings out the tears, signifies it as epic. She gains the whole world, she marries the most charming ephebe of a time, but the moment that her love for him shoots through her veins, it has already been too late. Rhett Butler is gone.Why? Because even the most deathless love wears out.

Another Sublime Night

The night was hazy. The mist filtered the air. The moon shone itself like the shadow of a gorgeous sylph. One only a few are fortunate and destined enough to witness. A sensational guilt seeped through the air, into the light hearts. Trees swayed along, sloshed in their own way. Down the road a creature, true enough but unable to be perceived from a distance, treading over scathed leaves, crushing them down with every step of hers. Wind gushed past the nymph creating the most angelic melody one would hear.

Eudemonia flushed into each soul, casting a sense of nostalgia, hammering back a few vintage memories making me recall...

But before I could escape into the profoundness someone behind me held me back and breathed, ''Wait..''