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It’s good to be stupid sometimes

There is a friend of mine who always have a very justified and clear explanation of everything concerning life, which most of us call “being on morally high ground” and there have been times when I too walk on the same road.  But then there is this crazy, rather stupid part of me which thinks that why should there be this abiding all the time, why is there always an inner voice preventing us to get out of our comfort zone and do something which we have never done, why is this inner voice always contradicting that particular flare of doing things our away. Rather than going “by the book”, why ain’t we bold enough to write our own book. And among all this thinking, there is this voice shouting out loudly from my conscience, all my contemplations point out towards one reason and that reason is “fear” . It’s the fear of being judged, it’s the fear of losing the so called self created “moral high ground”, also it’s the fear of latter regretting what we are doing now, fear of being c

ITs 21

When various beautiful moments have already decorated life’s book, Yet there are many to unfurl,   Its 21… When every nerve is overflowing with verve, And there is enough time to chase the dreams, Its 21… When love seems unblemished, And heart all confused if it’s real or fib, Its 21… When all of life’s ways are sassy, Yet residing on high moral ground, Its 21… When all feelings are fresh, And heart wants to dance on every rhythm, Its 21… Live it, love it, respect it Cause once gone…  It’s never going to come back ,your way…

ChanGeOvEr...

A room which has embraced me with gentle tenderness, Will soon be resting silently in my memories… A room which will always remind me of me, Will always remind me of how I used to be… A huge window pane wrapped up with vibrant Times of yore, will soon be turning up, into a colorless sheet of glass… A clumsy wardrobe inhabiting, Multihued markets and streets Will soon be left alone, With the bare hangers, Clamoring out in loneliness… The walls that have been the witness of endless bitching sessions for years, Will soon be standing alone, Face to face admonishing each other… The pillow that has always been, My companion, at the time of catty fights, As well as, when a tear dropped down my eyes… Will soon not going to be there any more… A room that has beheld several Laughing moments will soon Be entering into a crying silence… A room which has embraced me with gentle tenderness, Will soon be resting silently in my memories… A room