Love- Now and Then...

As kids love was such an innocent emotion. If you like someone, you loved them. It was as simple as that.

We grew up. Lives became complicated, and love wasn't that simple emotion anymore. It is a deep, never ending desire now.

Its not just about liking someone now..
Its about uniting with a soul...
A soul which becomes a part of you...
So that you never feel alone....

Boom.

Heading down the steep hill,
I'm heading for a crash..
Let me enjoy the ride,
As its all I have..

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I'm dead.
GAH.

The Ugly Quacks...

The following post is a heartfelt dedication to people like me.

We all have heard this childhood story called "The Ugly Duckling".
Then, there were TV shows like "Ugly Betty". Movies like "My Big Fat
Greek Wedding".

Deep inside our innocent hearts we could relate to these stories. Yes.
We, the "plain janes" , "ugly quacks" or not so ordinary looking
people.

Like in the movies, We don't find those happy endings in reality.

All our lives, Love stays like this alien feeling to us. We listen to
mushy music, watch mushy movies. Have little pre sleep dreams about
having romantic moments with some beautiful person we saw on TV.

We're not our mommy's favorite children. We've got messed up hair.
We're equally bad at our career and our hobbies. We listen to boring
music that is considered uncool. Basically we're the un natural
looking, behaving and acting people, not having a cliche life.

What we have are our innocent hearts and our bleeding egos, that find
joy in seeing a loser win in the movies.

Yes. You can call us desperate. But we learn. Slowly and steadily.
Unlike the stupid good looking, feeling and behaving people. We learn
the ways of this world.

We eventually turn into the world-friendly serpent with whom no
mommy's child can mess around with.

Yes. We finally become what the world wants us to be, with a little
heart beating inside us. A little heart, waiting for a movie-like
miracle to happen. Waiting for someone to change this serpent into the
ultra romantic ugly quack that he actually is.

GAH.

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Illusions...

We live in a make believe world, where everything is an illusion.

Life is one big illusion itself. No guarantees or assurances. There's
no book or spell that can teach you how to lead a perfect life. A
never ending river which flows to an unknown destination. That's life for you.

Love is also an illusion. The most dangerous of them all. When it
happens, it happens. There's no chemical reaction going BOOM here. Its
an illusion that the entire world has failed to understand but a
beautiful one too. A beautiful illusion we want to get lost in.

Religion. Another big illusion too. We believe in religions based on
stories passed on from generations to generations. What lies beneath
the layers, is unknown. Yes, do a little research and you will get to
know a lot of loopholes in the stories that have been passed on.

You and I. We're part of this illusion. We're lost in it. Lost in this
big dark cave.

We've got little flames shining in us. Guiding us wherever we go, but
not exposing the illusion we are a part of.

Keep that flame shining. Its called "Belief".

Amen.

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Are you reading?

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The Medium...

The life of an artist is a path of efforts. Endless efforts without
any direction to them.

Even a scientist makes efforts to draw a certain conclusion about something.

An artist or a creative soul is haunted by a billion thoughts.
Thoughts which have no logic, meaning or conclusion. But he still
paints the canvas of his life with the colours of those thoughts.
Trying to unite with the divine power.

Till the beginning of time. Artistic souls have come and gone. Not all
have tasted the fruit that an artist desires. That connection or that
selfless feeling of uniting with a higher power. As art of any sort is
a gateway to a higher divine force

That's because you may choose a billion ideas. But in reality, ideas
actually choose you.

You don't do anything. You are JUST a medium.

Keep on trying till the last breath, as you never know when an awesome
idea chooses you.

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The shit is back.
The stink is back.
I'm writing again.

Yee haa!