What’s your Story... Morning Glory

There’s a story in all of us, each unique, each different from the other, cause no two stories will ever be the same, cause no two Storytellers will tell a story the same way, cause no Storyteller are the same, they’ll always bring their flavour into the equation.

Every life has a story, and every story needs to be told, every story needs to be be heard. No story is too great or too small, or insignificant. You may feel your story ain’t what legends are made of, nothing to write home about, nothing to inspire, or shining example. But then what we may feel insignificant maybe the hope that someone may need, the ray of hope in the dark sky.

Through the highs and lows and ups and downs, we script our stories. Through the decisions we take, the choices we make, our preferences, our orientation, the way we liv our lives, we write our stories, we shape our narratives, our lives. Our every experience decides the stories we tell, the life we live.

So don’t be afraid to tell your story, to let it be heard. Your story is unique, your story is you, unlike any other story being told, being lived. No matter how insignificant you may feel, your story deserves to be heard, no life is insignificant, no matter how big or small. Every life matters, every story deserves to be told, to be heard.

“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.” - Maya Angelou

We all fall in love sometime

We all fall in love sometime

It’s something that we can’t help

It’s something that just happens

We just love the feeling of being in love

The hopeless romantic who’s lost all hope

We all fall in love sometime

No matter how much we try to hide from it

No matter how much we try to run away from it

No matter how much we avoid it

It always finds us

Maybe we just bad at the game of hide and seek

Or we just like to be tortured 

Of the feeling of being in love

But let’s face it, we are a lost cause

We all fall in love sometime

It’s the most beautiful feeling in this world

To be loved by someone who loves you

But it’s the most cruelest feeling in the world

Bringing with it a world of hurt

When things don’t really go your way

When you don’t meet the one 

You were meant to be with 

At least that what you feel in your head

It can make you the loneliest soul in the world

Leaving you feeling insecure and restless 

Despite all this, we all fall in love sometime 

Don’t let anyone, don’t let anything 

Tell you who you should fall in love it

Cause we don’t know either

Maybe they could point us in the general direction 

Now wouldn’t that be swell

Wouldn’t that would save us the time and effort

But you know what

No matter what they say 

We still fall in love sometime 

Let no one tell you your love is not right

Your love is immoral 

That you are not meant to be

With the one you love

Its against the very shred of nature

Cause I really don’t think they know either 

What love actually is

Other than what they have been thought

The lessons they have by hearted

They rote learned like a parrot

Using someone else’s thought

Understanding and perception 

Of what love should be

Never truly trying to get the big picture

But sadly their narrow minds 

And small head may never ever fathom

That we all have to fall in love sometime

With the one we are meant to love

And we may not really know who

So put all the thoughts behind

Let go and a chance, take the risk

Jump off that cliff

Never knowing if you would sore 

Or fall plat on the ground

A smooshed bloth on the earth

Cause we all need to fall in love sometime 

I Want to Dance with Somebody...

The world can be quite the lonely place. You can be in a crowd and still be all alone. Cliched as it may seem, that’s life, that’s a lonely heart. Life ain’t going to be easy, ain’t going to make it easy for us. If it did, it wouldn’t be worth it. So what does the lonely heart do then?

You’ve loved and lost, and loved once again, only to find yourself drifting apart. You hurted and hurt, but never truly lost hope, never gave up on love. Your seen sparks and a glimmer of hope, but all it was a mirage in your lonely desert. You wonder if you’re doomed to spend the of your life as part of the lonely heart club, a permanent member.

You’ve tried to move on, move from your past, from what was, to what is, to what could be, but somehow you are too caught up in your past that you seemed to be stuck in the moment that you can’t let go of it. You try hard to come to terms with your past, make peace with it, accept your present and who you are, somehow you are caught up in yourself.

You tried to meet others, to see if there’s any hope to move on, but then you failed, not that the others weren’t good, well not all of them, some kind of worried you. But you were so not willing to let go of the what was that you block out what could be, and in the process creating more wounds than you can handle. You are so desperately trying to fill that void that you are not willing to let yourself heal. You still want to love and be loved in return. But sometimes you wonder if it’s love or just a fleeting infatuation? Cause this couldn’t be love if your brains takes over, or your overthinking self.

They say you’ve got to kiss a thousand frogs before you can find the right one, but would all this kissing leave you feeling a bit disgusted of yourself, a bit too slutty, a bit too dirty. Randomness may not really be your thing, and just fun is not what your want to have, but then aren’t you a bit entitled to it, to meet others not just for the sake of finding the right one but to have a good time.  But then in all these have you let the right one slip by under your nose, have you let the wrong one in and under your skin? So many thoughts, so many questions, driving your mind crazy (instead of driving miss daisy).

So in the end you can’t let go of a past that haunts you, but you can’t let go of that feeling of wanting to be in love. You’re a hopeless romantic and somehow you’ll find yourself wanting...

I want to dance with somebody 

I want to feel to feel the heat with somebody 

I want to dance with somebody 

With somebody who loves me

Who Benefits Anyways???

Another week, another set of lives lost, life nipped at the bud, leading people to take to the street, sloganising (ok I made that word up), burning effigies, trying to shutter shops in protest (trying to capture their actions on their mobile phone, or are they doing a Facebook live), creating a general sense of uneasiness, conducting candle light marches, political parties trying to make the most of the situation that presents it smelt, adding weapons in their arsenal to attack each other, to earn brownie points, engaging in mud slinging instead providing a united front, creating makeshift memorials, hanging shradanjali posters, whether they mean it is another question altogether. And then you have runs organised for the victims (on cue).

But how does these actions benefit the ones who happened to be in the wrong place, at the wrong time, the victim of someone’s delusional sense of self-righteousness, delusional ideologies, religion and concept of heaven. How would all these postering and sloganing benefit them. The only fire that their families would burn would be that of funeral pyres, the only things they would bury would be their loved ones. Give sometime and these attacks would find themselves as yet another page in the sordid history, all but forgotten, buried in the numerous chapters of war mongering, except by those who suffered great loss.

How would shutting shops (let’s face it, this ain’t done voluntarily but more out of fear), and calling for bandhs help them? In fact you end up causing loss, you’re creating a tense climate. Instead it would be better notion of donating a days earning to them.

What we would need to do is to hold responsible the elected members, the ones who claim to represent people. Hold them accountable for the failure to act upon intelligence reports (and online chatter). It’s time we perform our civic duty judiciously, not leaving it in the hands of the ones who can be bought, ensuring that the uncorruptable are elected and are not corrupted, seduced by power. Making a well thought and analysed choice. The ones who would take a stand against lawless neighbours who refuses to see their decent into anarchy, hiding the delusional like a mother would hide her child from corrective actions, from bullies, both National and international, who in their own way try to turn a blind eye.

Once we become a stronger nation no more would a parent have to say goodbye to their child, no spouse would have to mourn the loss of their loved one, no child would have to loose their parent. We need to rise and bring about a change in ourselves first before we begin thinking on a national level, right the wrongs we do, otherwise no one will benefit, and the nation and the world would descend into a toothless and blind world.