Being What I Always Wanted To Be.....

Sometimes you can't always have what you were supposed to have. It might be hard to accept but it happens with every other person that passes you by. There are so many things that one thinks of going back and changing in the past though there is nothing that can be done about it. Unlucky are those who cannot do anything in present as well to compensate the damage. Then is when things get devastated for them. Life is a fragile thing. And it is too less to tag it just with "Handle with care". It is more fragile than even a snowflake. And the irony is that... a very handful of people understand that. You see things slipping by your hand. You see life moving on. You see people growing up. Even relationships are not a permanent thing. They start, they grow and then they become so big that their roots have to be cropped in order to keep them alive! Such is life...such is its fragility...!

If you think of emotions, they are crazy. Crazier than even life! You can't explain a goddamn thing that you are feeling and yet you fight for it. Fight till the extent somebody lets you know it was not supposed to be fought for....coz it was not your possession. Possession, possessiveness and obsession...I think they all are over rated and wrongly related. They belong to completely different tangents and yet they are supposed to be inclined on the same line of a graph. People call it a graph of progression. But I do not agree. Coz it is not so. Those who have experienced it surely know that you can never explain the mismatch of what you feel and what you believe in. And it is too strange to observe that they rarely match (though they are supposed to).  Life does not come with instructions and hence your manual of treating life need to be updated every single day. Believe me...its damn tiring! And its equally annoying! But do you have a way out? Being inside LIFE a...

Some days.. everything pisses you off. Every person beats the shit out of you. All you do is yelling and killing your own self from inside but the doors are shut even tighter with a bigger lock this time. It is never about being loved. It is not even about loving someone. It is about being present. Being there. Being felt. Being chosen. Clocks keep ticking. Earth keeps spinning. Time flies by. All you are always left with.. Is a little more tears.. A little more cries.. Skies will keep on getting higher.. Mountains will keep on shining brighter.. Sun will warm you but never warm enough.. And thats when it goes rough.. Everything...so damn rough..! Just a little scribbling... :-/