Start Over

How often have you packed your bags just to take them back to where you started from? 

How often have you desperately needed a shoulder to cry on and got nothing but cold shoulders? 

How often have you stayed up till 4 am, staring at the ceiling,at nothingness? 

How many times have you held on to things for so long that you ended up hurting yourself, with damages and  irremediable breakdowns?

Always, right?

So, for a change, let things be the way they are and move on.

Forget the guy who judged you for being you. You know you’re love.

Kick those rebukes you had with your friends out of your head. If you know they aren’t your people, stand alone for a while. Have faith in God, alone does no harm. Look for ‘your’ people.

Meet your family when possible. Don’t wait for days when you’ll beg God to give you the time you let pass by when you shouldn’t.

Do what you love. And do it with love.

If you’re in love, cheers! If you aren’t, wait for it. Let it take it’s own sweet time and wander around looking for you till it finds you.

Be brave enough to say goodbyes.

Whisper promises. Keep them.

Scream. Cry. Breakdown. Fall apart. Fall back together. Hold hands.

Live. Love. Breathe.

Hemmed Light

All that she ever touched 

had become a part of the ocean 

that she'd painted in her head.

 Her hands were pieces of the old blue sky.

 In them were buried a myriad stars

 that died years ago,

 but their light still gleams

 from out of her fists.

 And when she wished

 on shooting stars,

 a parachute would descend

 from that sky to this, 

and land on either of 

the palms of her hands.

Drive On

In your journey, one day, you'll realize that you've always been both the driver and the passenger in the car. And you've always had a license even if you never applied for one. If this hits you when you reach the cul-de-sac, just don't break down, please! Gear up, turn the car around, and go all the way down to take another road. 

For every humble beginning, something has to end. Be it the song you've been singing, the thoughts you've been thinking, or on a heart-numbing note, the life you've lived so far. So, start anew.

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Man, there are so many of us just gazing at the sky, wishing! Hoping to turn our lives into great stories before we near the end. Hoping to get someone to grow old with or that someone we love stays. And we're there, just there in the moment, stuck and free- falling at the same time. But, who knows, somebody somewhere may be doing the same.