Promises.

Words of content and satisfaction that touch every string of your heart and provide peace to each corner of it, just the way music does. Promises might lead to dissapointments, heartbreaks and tears..but when we make promises, real or distinguishable, we intentionally create a world. A world that has everything in place, we create palaces of dreams, and cartwheels of hopes for the other person to  roller coaster into it. We fill colours in their canvases and make their eyes shine with glitter of hope.
But a day has to come to dethrone them of the great palace and beat them to streets of reality, to the roads that lead to despair.
Reality is hard, there's pain in even the thought of loosing things you thought were yours..let alone the situation itself. Each one of us come across such sad truths in life. But that's what life's all about.
At once, you have a handful of dreams and the next moment you open up your hands and find nothing. This is the flow of life. The way it has to be.
Perfection would never be yours and you don't have to expect it, either.
Life's all about breaking, making and sharing. And it's so because that's just how it should be..ruthlessnes, anguish, abhor and all those synonyms in the oxford dictionary. That's life.
There has to be a sunset after each sunrise. What counts is that small period after the light fills in and before the darkness prevails.
Bloggers, we are making memories right now. So, live each moment like it's your last.

THERE SHE IS...

There she is, introspecting. Watching her world crash right in front of her eyes. Eyes that are misty, her vision is blurred now. She couldn't think, couldn't act. She wants to speak, but she knows words won't help. Not this time. She wants to escape the reality, but every pore of her skin knows that won't change it. She's lost, she's helpless..as helpless as life is before death.
She's overtaken, she wants to free herself. The eerie silence won't let her do that. She wants to yell at all those who are responsible for the agonised soul but there is no one. No one her hands could reach for. She wants tender hands of her mother to hold her.
She wants to smile but that doesn't happen. She's too tired to get up, her knees are weak now. Her shoulders cannot take any more burden. Her eyes are suffocated, they want to shut down to everything moving around her.
This is when she feels herself, she feels that the earth is spinning for real. Her earth, Her world.
For a moment, she wants it to stop. And stop forever, then. But her wishes won't come true. They never do.
She is broken into pieces that won't come as one again. She needs help but she cannot take it.
Her heart's breaking, the pieces falling in silence. Sincere Silence.

DREAMS THAT TURNED TO DUST

Dreams That Turned To Dust
A dream is one thing that is devoid of the eligibility of a mind, whatsoever.
The great government of our country has laws embedded in constitution for Various rights a human could be subjected to. There are a million advertisements ,even posters designed for the same. But I wish, just wish that there was a right that supplemented ‘achieving these dreams’.
The world today is moving too fast, just like the waves from the hell bound sea coordinate with the moon, we too are supposed to that. And the rising generation today has the spark. They know they could do wonders, and anybody who’s reading this knows that full well too.
I am no educationist expert, not even an ideologist. No philosopher and not even someone who’s idea would count. But I am someone who is very close to see their dreams crash right in front of my eyes and the best I can do is to stare at it, although I know bulging eyes won’t help. But one reason why I’m writing this at an odd hour like this is that I am no different from a number of students who go through the same.
We, as students have something or the other on our amateur minds to accomplish as professionals. But do all of us get lucky?
If that was true, the world would have been such a perfection-bidden successful place. A major problem that most students face today is choosing a college to study in as per the choice of their parents, and not theirs. And a greater truth lies in the fact that parents won’t send them outside their own ranges.
And I cannot in my defence, find a reason for the same. Not that I am any less understanding than anyone else would be. In fact, I would possibly lead the statistics if it were solely based on understanding.
I am just a random student who has been doing fairly well at the academic front. I have a passion towards ‘writing’ and while all my peers are having fun, chatting over the phone or going out and hanging out with their friends, I write JOURNALS. I cannot deny the fact that I do all of the things a normal teenager does or wishes to do. But more than that I write. And I wish no more than to publish myself into writing. And where I live, the opportunities are as many as the money I have in my pocket and that accounts for a null. And my parents won’t let me out, to study.
I have tried everything, practically everything that would hammer their minds. But they are as rigid as anything. Family fights are a routine now, and I’m overtaken by emotion. But I’ll fight, until my efforts are finally seized.
All who’s responsible for our dream is OURSELF. So, anyone who would have to work for it would be our solitary souls only. And even though the ones who live our dreams with us are our family people, successful or not. But quitting and submitting to what others have in plan for us is surely not one should do.
I have my dreams and I will make them come true. Because my life, what it will be years from now could not be governed by those who won’t be responsible for it then.
I’ll fight, because this is my last take to save my dreams from turning to dust.