To love again

There would be some days of despair,

There would be some storms to fight against,

There would be some grumble,

But forget not the good days of love,

Forget not the appreciations,

Forget not the helps that people gifted you

If there is imperfection try to solve it, don’t escape;

Life is to know, life is to discover.

Prod

There is a lot of buzz around my ear that sometimes upsets me. I don’t want to criticize people but they make themselves very apt to be criticized. Without knowing a person’s goal, ambition, passion, achievement, failure and personality how can people frown at what he/she is doing! If it’s not a cup of your tea then why are you making noise?

However, I can do nothing for them who are buzzing. What I can do for myself I will definitely do. Success for me is different from you doubtlessly. I could let me be where I am but no I will have faith in me to grow because I have my own dreams to fullfil.

I have a dream to know things, observe things, occupy my brain with knowledge and at last not to criticize you blatant people.

Work

It’s very hard to work where I have no one whose mental frequency matches with me. I don’t know how others with similar situation can cope with this huge crisis wrapped with colorful criticisms. Where your efforts are meaningless how can it be a just work for you? Atleast for me it is a disaster to listen to others in terms of ‘my work and me’. People who do not know me are splitting their contemptuous pride vividly to curve my spirit. Hey you! no matter how big, medium or small you are you don’t have the right to say. I won’t ever let you burn my spirit.

My passion won’t be dying. I will give every breath to my meaningful work and my meaningful microcosm.

Wake Up

Even when you are surrounded with a loud beautiful music, you can be very lonely; you can be fragile enough to lose your dreams, your true entity and most importantly your self esteem. Do you know if we could measure loneliness then what would have been used? Actually I am not asking it to anyone, I am asking myself. Whenever I do feel like I am getting out of my emotional control I try to rely on writing and it gives me nothing but some trivial courage to hold on, to hold on to something that can bring my true identity which is not so strong like the outer shell of a snail but resilient enough to face the challenges. However, if I calculate the number of letters I write during such emotional outburst it generally counts very less in contrast to the number of letters written during a calm mental state. Just like now I am finding no more words to continue my writing and reaching the thin line of mental state to start something which I want to do in future.

PS: (I know I am nothing if compared to the big and majestic and worldly success but still I defy to write genuine words which are not fake.)