Its December

Its December again and the year will end soon with the wink on an eye. I wasted too many days comparing myself with others and wishing to be something I am not. Everybody has their own strength and weakness, and it is only when you accept everything you're - and you aren't - that you'll truly succeed.  "Though, I haven't succeeded yet!"

Just a thought:
"This man beside us also has a hard fight with an unfavouring world, with strong temptations, with doubts and fears, with wounds of the past which have skinned over, but which smart when they're touched. It is a fact, however surprising. And when this occurs to us we are moved to deal kindly with him, to bid him be of good cheer, to let him understand that we're also fighting a battle; we're bound not to irritate him, nor press hardly upon him nor help his lower self."

By the end of this year I will change my self. To be so strong that nothing can disturb my peace of mind. I know its hard but yet I have the power and abilities to do so. I'm tired from my own self now. Its time to put my chin up and heels high. I'm bored from my own boredom. From now cheers every where.

A promise to self:
"No more tears, No more pain - I will wait for that glorious rain from which happiness can be gained"
Its hard to survive when you know you're the one to hold and bind your family and lucky yet. But, This is life "I ACCEPTED". This is my life and I have to live it not for my self but those who are attached with me.

Huss...

August 2013

I prayed and wished for August 2013 to stay good but everything collapsed (again). 

Sometimes things get over exposed perhaps intend to. Working with patience is the only way to get through these hurdles. I know that I’m not responsible for things happening around me. All troubles pass with the passage of time.

Wounds heal but scars remain….

Manhunt

Who put on the lights this bright?

Where’s all this music coming from?

My windows are too wide!

There’s colour everywhere!

I’m running in my dreams. I’m grabbing at fleeting straws.

I’m a bird, I’m a wasp, I’m a girl with the wind in her hair.

In Such Chaos...

In the long fair of life,
People in their pride; nothing works unless someone pay a bribe.
With the matter of deceiving,
Submerged in responsibilities,
Life seems too busy,
In Such Chaos...
Small fragments and large arrangements,
The art of displaying thoughts,
Incomplete conversations,
In Such Chaos,
Words become accessories.
A mere sight towards the right path,
Afar; turns into the distance of thousand miles.
Longer than life itself,
It's a story worth of sleepless night.
In Such Chaos...

Might be!

Might be We won't meet tomorrow. Might be We won't chat tomorrow. Might be you don't receive a good morning text from me tomorrow. Might be these are my last words. Might be this is my last sight. Might be this is my last night. Might be this is my last blink. Might be this is my last wink ;). Might be these are my last words which you never heard. Might be we won't share any secret tomorrow neither complain or argument tomorrow. Might be this is my last fight. Might be you won't forgive me but I beg you to. Might be this was in my part and I never knew where to stop after unstoppable start. Might be this is my last confession. Please don't cry, Might be I won't wake up tomorrow because might be this is my last breathe. Might be!

-VisualizerH

Expressed ???

I met this girl on an ocean, She was as beautiful as a flower could be.

Observing her was as she has shrunken from age of time, eyes filled with certain questions but never demanded for their answers. Regardless of the fact she knew all being under a misapprehension, she always chose a path which fall.

But still she had those vast positive decision left, hoping one day she will pass through the ocean and fly like a bird. She could console herself with a thought that she did her best.

Finding paths, seeking ways and means of safeguarding self was the utmost concern she could ever do. She made love at every moment, keeping sorrows distant and secure, left herself obscure.

Perceiving all the thoughts and cradling all her memories,
She left a note under a shell,
Did anyone grasp me or ever I Expressed???

-VisualizerH

STOP

It's not like as mentioned in the fairy-tales.

Things are not always meant to be the same. As by the passage of time everything amend while the clock is struck.

There's always a stop.

A stop in the wind, stop in the rain no matter if there is fire in the veins.

A stop in a cry for the bliss to come across. There might be a thousand reasons to shed tears.

But keeping faith in persona is beyond unease. 

It's not loyal to drop down yourself into tease.

A sudden stop to anything is just like conquer as if one defeat.

Going down to the knees of life be desperate for the keys which leads towards the door of needs under those vigorous trees.  

-VisualizerH

Survive & Realize

We were kids yesterday,

Turned into youth today,

We'll be old tomorrow.

Time flies with a wink of an eye,

Hands which used to hold toys are holding books & today responsibilities are knotted with hooks,

Tomorrow there will be a little angle lying in our hands bringing some joys & hopes very high.

Thinking about the time we used to play in the backyard,

Recalls cry of laughter when we jumped for the recess bell and party hard.

Thoughts, Reasons, People Change

Love, Seasons and Memories are always the same.

Learning from Yesterday, Living in Today and Excepting from Tomorrow 

has become our habit.

But still we keep collecting pieces of our memories & wait for an authentic reason to live.

Staying strong is tend to be well-materialize,

Though this is the only way if we want to "survive & realize".

-VisualizerH

Recollecting Memories

Swinging trees with the melody of birds tweets,

Memorizing the days which she used to live,

Bunch of friends and latest trends,

being selfless was her hobby,

but sometimes she fearlessly whispered

with her self in the passengers lobby,

She never knew thing could change so fast,

Left alone on an old wooden bench along with 

some memories which were forever vast.

Recollecting the pictures, beautiful handmade

postcards and withered flowers,

Which made her cry, smile and  gasp.

-VisualizerH

Winter Breeze

When the cold wind blow,

Mountains are covered with snow,

Trees scatter and Memories begin to shatter,

Sun play hide n seek behind the the clouds,

Fog falls and humming birds are heard behind the walls.

Life goes on, People Change, Memories fade,

But still she remember the promise they made.

Recalling her memory on every December 31 evening,

She walks down the road where at the corner a lantern goes on n off...

She sits down the boulevard and linger he might come walking in shades of timber.

She loose hope once again but deep inside she always sensed one day she will win.

As the night was about to end, taking a deep breath she decides to go back home.

The cold "WINTER BREEZE" blows, her long black hair flows like the waves of the sea shore.

-VisualizerH

She Smiled Under His Umbrella

Green Meadows,

Bright Sky,

Birds were flying up so high,

Flowers were dancing with the colours of joy...

A girl sitting under a deciduous tree,

Seems like she gave up on life and she wants her soul to be free...

An old friend walked down the road,

holding a big red Umbrella, wearing a brown hat along with a long black coat...

He stopped by her side and saw her crying with those beautiful shinning black wide eyes...

Asking her the reason to shed tears,

He came to know she is also filled with fears...

Asking her not to howl,

She showed her empty bowl...

He asked her the cause for her pain,

Gently she wiped away tears with her pretty hands saying: "Pain is filled inside her veins"

Clasping her mildly in his arms,

he explained her "Life is also a blanket warm"

She said: "I was afield by this time!" and now I feel all was my crime...

I would have know them before,

Today I don't find anything from which my wounds can cure...

He said: Experiences which you've been thought,

you won't get anything by drying your throat...

You should thank God  for you're blessed,

remove your stress and take some rest...

Teaching her that "Life is also filled with Glory",

Build-up your patience and pull out your worry...

She took a deep breath and asked: are we slave for our luck ?

He said: don't forget every morning your're blessed by God's Good Luck!

Try to keep your self consistent by keeping in mind "You're no ones assistant"

Forget your worries and wear a smile,

this will help you travel a million miles...

Being  a heartbroken is not the solution,

try to fix things with positive conclusion...

She realized the beauty of life, there and then she decided to revive...

Falling to his significant words, she memorized every adage word by word...

Promising him I won't fall again, suddenly there started to rain...

He asked her: lets go home!?

She stood by his side, he held her hand in hand and " SHE SMILED UNDER HIS UMBRELLA"

-VisualizerH