It hurts.

It hurts that there's no way out

It hurts that things ain't clear

It hurts that there's no hope

It hurts that things ain't in control

It hurts that there's no life after death

It hurts that animal don't have shelter

It hurts that we ain't as grateful as we have to be

It hurts that mother earth is bearing everything for what cost?

All those hours spent, all those sleep she sacrificed, making up the mind, convincing herself to be strong, to be proud.

All those times she looked at herself in the mirror trying to smile.

The words she told herself to be brave.

Everything for that one moment.

A moment where she mustered up enough courage to be stronger than ever.

But the whole freaking universe rears its ugly head, chooses the exact moment to ruin everything.

Her courage & beliefs got challenged & pushed back a thousand steps back to the gloom where she fought,screamed & kicked.

Never wanting to stay there.

Does that make the moment where she felt worthy of herself, a moment of weakness or moment of strength, for daring herself to over come the chaos.

The darkness, breaking the norm, hoping to find a ray of light in the emptiness surrounding her like demons.

-Reetu

Craving for the things that were once a sure thing but now so far out of reach.

Thoughts of things that keep you up at night.

Thoughts that leave you vulnerable and exposed.

So scary that it almost rips you from inside out.

So scary that it might leave a scar on your soul.

Yet

You crave for those thoughts because that’s the only thing which makes you feel human.

-Poojashree

Is life a race?

why do people run behind thier friend’s or parent’s dreams rather than there own?

Is it because we havent figured out our life?

Is it because we havent given a thought about what makes us alive?

At young age , we chase to fulfill other people’s fantacies.

At old age, we crib about not having the chances to fulfill our own desires.

How to live life fullest?

Is it by spreading joy wherever we go?

Is it by listening to oldster’s heart felt stories?

Is it by laughing with an infant’s hysterical laugh ?

Give it a thought :)

A girl likes to be left alone with her thoughts.

The thoughts that makes her life beautiful.

The thoughts that keeps her occupied.

The thoughts that makes her high on life

The thoughts that keeps her inner self-esteem.

The thoughts that makes her world go round.

But these thoughts never make her feel alone.

I was ten .

All i wanted to do was finish up my school and run behind my uncle .

To listen to his adventures .

To cook meal for two when we were alone.

To climb tree just for the love of mango.

To fight like cats and dogs .

To help people who were in need.

Atlast craving to hold his hands and listen to his life stories.

Now , i wish he was here to listen to my life stories and guide me.

Be easy on yourself.

Buy the ticket that is out of your budget as you’re saying money for a bigger home.

Throw those gadgets away.

Pack your bags.

Go on a vacation and tell no one.

Feel the cold breeze kiss your apple cheeks as your tour bus moves towards your most awaited destination.

Is it not what you have longed for all your life ?

Vibe with people who brings out best in you.

Vibe with people whoes energy dont lie.

Vibe with the place which has nature associated with it.

Vibe with the place which has positive aura around it.

Vibe with one’s inner child.

Vibe with your roots intacted.

Vibe with yourself .

Vibe to evovle as most joyful person.

Life is about that fall from the hill,

Someone’s gasp, someone’s smirk

But that one helping hand that pull you up.

Life is about those leaches that suck your blood,

And the people who try to remove them.

Life is about those situations

That you cannot control

So you shrug and laugh and move on

Because you already know , that’s what life is.