Bingo!!!
Bingo!!! Bingo!!!
What more can I ask for? There’s everything, from the materialistic aspects to the yearning needs of a human psyche.
However,
What is in abundance of invisibility is my aspect of living a fulfilled life.
Not materialistic, not camouflage of emotions … simple pleasures that are derived off anything but normalcy.
I hit the bed hoping for a peaceful night, and I wake up to the daylight with a tiresome look. Is that all? We close our eyes to a tiring day and are expected to wake up to a new beginning with a fresh and energetic vision. Alas, how many are those who envision this very aspect. And how many are those who follow me on the same tread path.
All I need is an embrace of living,
A need of belongingness,
A desire of being felt,
A capturer of my feelings,
A rupture of my emotions,
A lap to succumb my night to,
A hug to make me feel alive,
A kiss to make me feel wanted,
A life where I am known for what I am off,
I see a couple by the alley, with torn clothes, and stomach craved in for another day’s survival. But still, I see them exhibiting their affection with least botheration. As if they were unaffected of their surroundings and all they cared was for a life living with those moments of belongingness.
I’d trade my every part of materialistic aspects for that moment.
I’d swap my position to wear their torn clothes and feel their moment of being with each other.
It’s not the clothes that dictate our living, nor our lifestyle; I perceive the living to be, as a matter of fact, the feeling of happiness with another soul, who is supposedly a traveler from the planet of Venus.
Life is a game. And it’s a painting where one finds the grass is always greener on the other side. It’s a gamble where one is put at the stake of losing his ways of living for another way of feeling the pleasure. It’s up to him how he embraces the dictated.
For now, I don’t have any qualms of embracing that part of life where I see the grass is greener. What I need is a soul to whom I can weep my sorrows to, with whom I can hug my feelings with, with whom where I can sleep my worries on….
I need a soul who makes me feel wanted…. For, from then on, I can truly show that part of me where I can be totally felt the way I perceive of her.
I waited enough; show me your face, for I cannot live my life with your silhouette.
I waited enough,
Show me of your presence,
I longed for you more than my breath,
Show me your presence.
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Monday, December 03, 2007
Best Friend
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Perfectionism isn’t found in reality………….
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…………………. You loose to someone…..
…………………. You loose to someone….
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“How do you ask a person if he love’s you?”
“Simple – shoot the question” – guy’s perspective
“Now how do you ask a person if he happen to be your best friend? A friend who was there through thick and thin, was the one who knew for all the happiness felt, was the one who read mind before lips acted, was the one who, though distant apart, was still felt close?”
“Simple – shoot the question” – perspective never changes
“How is love expressed?”
(Best of all - question was shot at me)
“Hmmm… varied ways. Amongst friends, amongst kins, amongst couples…different ways”
“Do you love me?”
“Whhat? In what sense?”
“Every sense”
“You are a very good friend of mine. It’s just natural that our thinking falls on the same frequency – so it’s not difficult to understand each other’s mind. But that doesn’t fall into the conventional aspect of love. Love – the way you feel it now, is not reciprocated from my end. There can be no US apart from what we have now, ‘cos I like you for the way things are between us and would not loose it for anything that comes between us. But there is no US”
“But why not give it a try…there’s no hang ups in doing so, is there? If we don’t enjoy the relationship, we can pretend to be couple for the world and remain best friends and walk away when we need to and still have no hang ups as we understand each other so well. Let’s give it a shot”
“Whhat? Are you nuts? I would never put our long years of knowing each other into jeopardy. We are good the way we are and will remain the way we are.”
“I just thought that things can work out great between us - owing to the past knowing each other. Now that I know what your idea on it is, I’ll never feel bad that I didn’t ask my best friend of my opinion”
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Now My perspective………….
Many a time, the best friend is sought after to clean the mind with its adversities. It was her way of expressing her walk in the lonesome alley. It was her way of feeling wanted and felt for. It was her way of feeling loved. Because, at that juncture she stood naked to the world of insensitive minds, she laid down paralyzed with her unattended gesture of loving a person from the heart. She gave it all for that special relationship, for that perfect one and now she has all in the mind but nothing in reality. And the mind played its dramatic role of being a slow killer.
But if that sought out friend didn’t whack her mind and talk her off the momentary deviation, the years spent would not have been respected to in any levels of the horizon. He was sought out for the very reasoning of his behavior and he could not let it go unattended to.
Apart from being a best friend, he / she has to play the role of an entertainer, agony aunt, brother, sister, teacher, grand parents, etc. And sometimes best friends have to play the role of an enemy to evacuate other’s mind of any possible deviant, a role of a boyfriend / girlfriend to make that person understand that it’s not the end of all, a role in the vacuum to circumfuse the minds weird ways of working.
Like the wise old man says - “It’s better to loose the momentary feeling of loving one, when it is at the cost of loosing your best friend”
…………………………………..
…………………………..
Perfectionism is not found in reality
………………………………………..
………………………..
………but……………………why is it that we have to loose to someone
……compromise with someone …..
…………………………..
……………………..
‘Cos that someone whom we loose to maybe close to perfection…..
…………………………..
………………………………..
Perfectionism …exists …
………….it exists very much, in our mind
Unless we stop defining the very word perfectionism….
We will miss out on those who are the closest to the very word…...
It’s a choice left open!
………………….
Perfectionism isn’t found in reality………….
………………………………………………..
………………………………….
…………………. You loose to someone…..
…………………. You loose to someone….
……………………..
…………………………….
“How do you ask a person if he love’s you?”
“Simple – shoot the question” – guy’s perspective
“Now how do you ask a person if he happen to be your best friend? A friend who was there through thick and thin, was the one who knew for all the happiness felt, was the one who read mind before lips acted, was the one who, though distant apart, was still felt close?”
“Simple – shoot the question” – perspective never changes
“How is love expressed?”
(Best of all - question was shot at me)
“Hmmm… varied ways. Amongst friends, amongst kins, amongst couples…different ways”
“Do you love me?”
“Whhat? In what sense?”
“Every sense”
“You are a very good friend of mine. It’s just natural that our thinking falls on the same frequency – so it’s not difficult to understand each other’s mind. But that doesn’t fall into the conventional aspect of love. Love – the way you feel it now, is not reciprocated from my end. There can be no US apart from what we have now, ‘cos I like you for the way things are between us and would not loose it for anything that comes between us. But there is no US”
“But why not give it a try…there’s no hang ups in doing so, is there? If we don’t enjoy the relationship, we can pretend to be couple for the world and remain best friends and walk away when we need to and still have no hang ups as we understand each other so well. Let’s give it a shot”
“Whhat? Are you nuts? I would never put our long years of knowing each other into jeopardy. We are good the way we are and will remain the way we are.”
“I just thought that things can work out great between us - owing to the past knowing each other. Now that I know what your idea on it is, I’ll never feel bad that I didn’t ask my best friend of my opinion”
.............................................
...........................
..................
..................................
........................
Now My perspective………….
Many a time, the best friend is sought after to clean the mind with its adversities. It was her way of expressing her walk in the lonesome alley. It was her way of feeling wanted and felt for. It was her way of feeling loved. Because, at that juncture she stood naked to the world of insensitive minds, she laid down paralyzed with her unattended gesture of loving a person from the heart. She gave it all for that special relationship, for that perfect one and now she has all in the mind but nothing in reality. And the mind played its dramatic role of being a slow killer.
But if that sought out friend didn’t whack her mind and talk her off the momentary deviation, the years spent would not have been respected to in any levels of the horizon. He was sought out for the very reasoning of his behavior and he could not let it go unattended to.
Apart from being a best friend, he / she has to play the role of an entertainer, agony aunt, brother, sister, teacher, grand parents, etc. And sometimes best friends have to play the role of an enemy to evacuate other’s mind of any possible deviant, a role of a boyfriend / girlfriend to make that person understand that it’s not the end of all, a role in the vacuum to circumfuse the minds weird ways of working.
Like the wise old man says - “It’s better to loose the momentary feeling of loving one, when it is at the cost of loosing your best friend”
…………………………………..
…………………………..
Perfectionism is not found in reality
………………………………………..
………………………..
………but……………………why is it that we have to loose to someone
……compromise with someone …..
…………………………..
……………………..
‘Cos that someone whom we loose to maybe close to perfection…..
…………………………..
………………………………..
Perfectionism …exists …
………….it exists very much, in our mind
Unless we stop defining the very word perfectionism….
We will miss out on those who are the closest to the very word…...
It’s a choice left open!
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