Dead Star

It was 10th of 3rd in calendar and all she could do was sit and watch the sky going dark. As if the the blanket was all upon her the way she called it her sphere with him.

I never really try to bother into others life but it was just about knowing people , knowing different stories and emotions.

Hearing emotion  was like drinking all brands of whiskey, oh it hits you hard anyway just the mouth which pours it is branded under different covers,different clothes.

I was going through the songs of emotions and forwarded one to her. Well she liked it she seemed sorted and managed those days, Oh what a pretty piece of human mind her flesh owned. Never knew her name of what was she all about.

Do you know how it all happened? Just beside the balcony she came and stood and told that the world is a danger zone and only place she can hide with me is the Sky. It wasn’t overnight it was the smoothest take off any human could take after airplanes. We went over the world ,they shouted and waved, she took the lead always and we flew higher.

It was the dark sky the shelter were you could find me with her caressing the moon  telling that she will always be there to keep a watch like the moon does.

I remember it was ecstasy it was the poem i couldn’t write but feel. I was sleeping in the shroud of warmth until i asked her to wake me up next day . She got angry i remember her eyes were red ,she could burn me with the fire , No this wasn’t possible she was the moon. Lately did i realize moonlight isn’t an everyday story. There was cloud there was half moon there was rain there was full moon .. there was  nothing more than darkness, We weren’t in the blanket i mentioned at the beginning.I was in the dark clouds flying among-st the stars they seemed to know my story.. One of them asked Do u still find her? i said “off n on always on my mind” AND they left. Slowly and gradually they fell on the earth.

I could feel my self falling with the stars. Tasting the salt of the mud i bashed down on earth and saw the stars falling in the graves. Oh yes for a man on earth its the ground that digs in a grave. For stars on sky it was earth that was a grave. Broken stars they fell and crushed with mist buried them selves. the light went off,. I closed my eyes forever. All that you read right now is just a thought on her head as she sits and watches the sky. World knows she did nothing. World knows he is alive. but The stars know they are dead, all three of them, That is a dead star. Have you ever seen one?

PRIORITY

There are a thousand overheard words on social media one of them “Priority”.

This should be co-incidental ,we gotta face these situations in life. I am hear to speak on hard realities and illusionary anecdotes that we create out of emotional urge.

Priority- It must be decisive, You have to choose among things.

Hanging out with friends-different friend groups?

Going for a job-job preference

Chilling out or completing your work

Convinving parents on something ir just losing….

ITS AN AGE OF OPTIONS. We are stuck into small circles of moments and fail to see bigger picture. It’s important that you take a stand Yes! You don’t care if you come out good or bad but you have to be Bold, Choose and Sort things it take a Second to Speak up your choice and Eliminate confusions.

World is full of Doubts,Confusions and Double Standards of People you don’t be one of them and don’t even fall into their trap.

Install a Command-Look into your benefit-Look into the larger cause-Importantly Choose Right even if it’s difficult-Speak for it-And Have Control.

We need to have Priorities

We need to choose things which are important and if you don’t fall into one Check your Standards again.

Life Lesson#1

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  • imageI Take time to read!I’m facing a problem with this world.
    Supposedly some quotes that I see along the trolls trending these days come up true. There is little uneasiness around you,you’re adjusting at every point of time. The other guy with you either is pathetically ignorant of good deeds you do or is blind to positivity.
  • ***What I see leaves amazes***In my short duration of life I’ve met people totally lost of civic basics living a life inexistent of motive or understanding and appreciation. Lack of knowing the fact that social beings hold each other’s hand to carry forward.
    They can be white collared ones,faculty,servant,friend(to be said) and many you come across.
    A video said India and its people are young to the money they have received post independence,there’s a lot of heat and arrogance- let time calm them.
    —-And strangely there are few ones (moppers,learners,some big men)who will help you,support you,teach you new things,ignore your silly mistakes and always take you towards good whether it be a conversation or life goals—–Now that’s what inspiring me,Giving me a hope to a better life of understanding our actual existence as animals on earth.
    ///These are not big words these are actually very small things that we miss out on daily basis////

    ***Pre process***

    I have committed enough mistakes and led bad days out of immaturity but I want to be ONE with ‘good’ helping you get the ‘good’.(Good it be your dress,your thought,your ideas for life)
    No impression driven update,this is first of my true thoughts coming up,because sitting on western I realise we can act silly sometimes but still have the ‘goodness’ at heart.

    **Help me know I’m not alone***

    I will change something or a little of someone atleast,producing such thoughts,virtual updates and would love to receive the same from the like minded because Still there’s a lot
    I Know Nothing.
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Canvas (4 am)

Its 4am in the morning i’m sitting  by the window and staring outside.
What it is ? Looks  like a canvas.
Nearly still. No touch needed to spoil the scene.

It seems projecting and radiating….
With cuckoo  sound from far away and air gushing along leaves… with stillness and composure to inculcate….
It has vibes.. every sort of positive.
My daily tensions seem unavailable  even when i tryna recall…. the.morning seems coming into me.. seems a natural expression  of what is  felt like “happiness”.
The morning is a fresh canvas..let’s  paint the day😇