Need over Want !

What you want is not what you need !

How much more strange could a sentence ever be ?

Being careful with the words I choose, 

Cause all I ever needed was the right time and in right shoes !

A pulse to get through it ,

Running those shivering fingers through heaps of sand…..

If at all it costs to get through the roller coaster!!!

For all I beg is to leave this world for the odds it believes in ….

Cause tomorrow isn’t sufficient for wanting what you desire!!!

So shall it not be next month , probably not even a decade !

Illusions of your wants hunt you down the line , while all you seek is one to be fulfilled….

Is it even plausible for one in million, the wants would come true??

Cause from all i know is you always get what you deserve….

Seems too hard to capitulate….

So are the wants of the world 

It’s an endless book

As old as some pages being torn and light brown, the impressions of ink slowly fading….

While some pages being decorated with as many colors as possible!!!

Oh ! To live in a world like this, would be something you truly deserved !

Dried Palette Of Paint

Is one time human existence enough to get what we desire for ?  

Or should the desires and aspirations we have should be limited in order for us to value what we currently have ?

Vanished are moments of tranquility and being altruistic, cause all it brings is nothing but endless expectations and discontentment.

Journey of joy is synonymous to being materialistic, progressive era just looks like the palette of dried paints which are just different for everyone and not all get to choose which they like , they just change when they feel their expectations are shattered.

Combination of that colour palette is even far to think, it’s just subjective according to their convenience.

Hypothetically to even think have we considered what actually the dried paint palette ever looks like, not exactly admiring but just look at it and visualise if something can be created which might appear rare and significant for the eyes that have an never ending quest for just being quintessential.

But us painters often get blind rather being lost in quest for interim joy and often forget to even blink a second on our palette and wonder if we can create something that would be rare yet perpetual .

Love for Singapore !

What a memory it brings out, when I even think of those moments ! 

Does that city require so much love, hell yeah ! 

It deserves much more love than what I mention. 

Cause that's city that made me feel alive, made me feel comfortable, made me feel that life is not that bad that you think it is !

Its almost like, its my habitat !

Often questioning why do I love that city so much?

Yes it would be a lie, if i say it doesnt remind me of my past!

But after all , whatever i am today i owe to that particular part of my past !

It taught me what love is !

love in the most purest form !

love in the most Innocent form!

love in the most stupidest form !

The crazy kind of love, where eyes would meet the ocean ! 

Where waves would touch the cheeks!

Sounds crazy right??

Well thats what the city is in my memory!!

        I learned to be independent way before the city but i guess those were just dreams!

        I was truly independent when there were rough days , 

     Days where i had to pick my self up and teach my heart that the city has much love to offer       than anything else !     

Constant Tussle !

If really the heart and brain had their own voice , life would be just sorted. Million decisions could be made, thousand of feelings could be shared not necessarily the lovely ones, hundred views could be put front, everything could be taken as light as a feather, without much context, not many tissues would have been wept for, not would there have been this constant tussle of heart and brain which goes on everyday pretty much for all of us…. Just we choose what we feel is right for that moment, in layman’s terms spontaneous decisions, some say heart and others undoubtedly brain ! But deep down do we realise, why they both never align, cause there is always a war within us primarily followed by the war outside . The best part is, neither can keep anyone happy , cause end of the day not all decisions would be liked by everyone, not necessarily all decisions are best…..then what is the point of us having a tussle between heart and brain , when no decision can completely satisfy the human kind .Us humans always find some or the other lacuna in any decision we take..

In the end of the day the question is not whether who is unhappy with your take on life !?

It’s more of if you are happy with how you lead your journey,  without much tussle between brain and heart ! 

Let the brain do the job of brain being rational, heart be to care and you to be happy and contented !

Just you !!

What is the deepest emotion as a human we feel ?

The need to be loved? The need to be valued ?

Or is it the need to be treated as deserved ?

As a soul among the 8 billion people , I feel the need to be known, known enough that the Person would exactly know what its takes to be an individual, a specific individual, not as personality or as a persona , but for the trail of emotions they had and have to go through to be known and recognised ….

What takes would be the doubt we have ?

Well it takes a sense of perseverance alongside being non judgmental about other life forms not just humans ! Entangled in ever going thoughts and feelings, emotions , and never understanding what we actually go through, would be at different stages for different people at different times , not necessarily in the same order. To be known is not a beauty but a charm that inculcates people around you… people who are willing do not just the bare minimum but understand what it takes to be really you!!!!

Funny Human Nature...

It is humorous, how we try to constantly believe that there is something better stored for us , and yet crib that we didnt get it at one particular time that we really desired, not even once for slightest moment we feel optimistic that maybe its all part of the plan, maybe god isn’t bad after all, in terms of laying out our own story, the broken fragments are not broken after all , its just a part of the million other pieces which need to be brought together to frame a bigger picture. We constantly try to bridge the gaps between the expectations we hold onto with the reality we are in. Neglecting  a thought for moment that maybe those expectations aren’t big enough after all , aren’t something that we really ought to look into. World has become a place that provides instant gratification, solutions to all your problems are solved in minutes, well this isn’t about the food that gets delivered to your doorstep nor the purchases you have made in an e-commerce platform, it about those few minutes you are happy and gratified when you see optimistic post or quote , rather than looking more forward into it and soaking into the purpose that it was built for, we have the urge to just forget it and feel the need to save it , but do we ever really look back into and ask or feel the same sense of excitement or peace when we saw it for the first time ? 

Well thats something to look onto…….. 

Reality???

We hold on to possibilities rather than reality, off late that’s what is happening, are we bound to or is it happening involuntarily?!

Hopes are alive in a parallel world I suppose because at the end it’s just the beginning of any new day as the preface for a book which continues to be chapters….

Things destined are just the suspense being imbibed in those books which carry a sense of eternity ….. words carrying experiences and moments with a mix of depth in it , first time read gives a sense of thrill , Grace and gratitude being followed second and lastly lessons and memories that we learn by unlearning some things…..