wordswithme

The spiral of my mind  Taking me to different places at different speed  A moment I find myself lost in the innocence of January.. The next moment I seek a word of kindness in the scorching summer of June Past and future, I can't visualise any coruscant thread between them  Both appear unchangeable in front of my eyes  Embracing the solitude I try to understand what it has to say to me  The quest makes me visit places far away from reality  Sometimes it feels like home, sometimes it makes me walk through the most uncomfortable path of life My eyes fall on that still but never stopping object It has been 3 in the afternoon  Then a voice in my mind gently telling me to comeback Comeback to the simplicity where I used to be  The slipping time reminds me to be grateful for the moment I have  The calm ambience enlightening the surrounding I see a ray of hope in every lifeless thing lying in front of me  Sometimes I wonder if there was no such thing called hope, would life be this intere

The two words wild and woman are inseparable. There has always been a wild soul growing within us since our birth. It is the pulse which makes a woman dive deep into the wilderness and aim to achieve what she was convinced she can’t. The wild archetype of a woman does not let herself get lost, rather it embodies her power which she can’t live without. The wild woman is a visionary and a listener. She bleeds tears and walks on the ocean fighting the storm.  She lives in the world but she is not a part of it, her evidence of existence is unknown to maximum but her presence is luculent just like her inner force. She lives within us. Each one of us stands as the splendid and convincing proof of the wild woman present in us. It constantly keeps pushing us to the darkness because it is not afraid to investigate what lies there. It makes our mind question everything and seeks meaning to everything happening around us. It encourages us to break away the old patterns and assures us to stand b

I know you! Maybe you’re so different from me or maybe you’re so like me. You may not find my jokes funny and you may not completely agree with every word I utter. Your mind might line up with me or it might deviate in strange manner but I share some pages with the infinity library of your mind. I have lived a part of you. I know you have always felt different about yourself. Some days you sleep on your bed reliving every small detail of the beautiful day you had spent, and some days the uncountable questions in your mind make you feel restless. I know you have always searched for the life you have envisioned as a child. I know these days of transitions have not been easy for you, I understand life has introduced some disquieting and confusing situations to you. But I am proud of the way you have dealt with those confusions and  denial. I know you don’t get the point the society has taught you, you don’t want to limit yourself in the boundaries defined by the society. You seek independ

We humans are so  strange in so many ways. Doesn't this disparity in the way we respond to certain things make us who we are?! Well we all have been told and taught something when we were children, and with time we have developed a matured brain to analyze and understand the right and wrong of anything. But a part of our life is our childhood .. we always carry this little child with us no matter how old we grow ..we can never outlive that part .  Adulting doesn't mean to kill the child inside you rather it is the art of putting your own awareness before doing anything. Then why do we greet a girl with an eye of judgement when we see that girl being herself? why a man's strength becomes skeptical when he lets his tear say all those words his lips can't utter? Sometimes the child in our heart takes charge of the adult present in us .It is as beautiful as watching an innocent kid wanting something and adorably manipulating his parents to get him what he wants and I am in