is it too much to ask for?

“Stop playing this again
and again. I’ve heard enough
about suicides.”

and everyone looked up
from their phones.
she was standing in the middle of the bus.
even from the back
her large green backpack
and a tensed face, stood out
amidst her shout.

“I know what these messages
mean. Stop these damn things.”

and we just laughed
at the back
at her understanding of
bus announcements. even though
none of us knew
what they meant. we were
just smart enough.

“What? Do you think suicide is funny?
You think I’m crazy? I have a
bachelors in Psychology and a Masters.”

and our eyes grew even further
apart as we saw each other’s faces
and we laughed even more.
we said, man she’s on
drugs, or had too much to drink.

“I don’t drink. My last drink
was 9/9/2012. I had a sprite
tonight. They mixed something in it
and, and, they did something and
I got out of there. I don’t drink
alcohol. I don’t. I need help.”

and we didn’t believe
a word she said and carried on
bonding with each other over
a drunk middle aged
woman shouting in the bus
and I met Brian
who just had a couple of drinks
and Jamie and her two friends
were 16 and never drank, and
Lee was high.

“You all think I’m crazy
but I am right. I work with, I know
about suicides, and I studied
psychology and you shouldn’t do this.
Stop these messages please.”

and a couple of stops
later, she got off
and quietly walked away from
the street into the dark, and
disappeared.

It was 11:15 PM.

we laughed a bit more,
and then just sat there
looking away from each
other, in a strange silence.

the heart knows

the world rolls;
every moment is different

and so are the ones
in houses,
on the streets,
sitting in the future,
singing in the fleets.

close your eyes, and
read the language
of your wandering mind.

the heart knows.

empty

i can do without
people.

most people.

i can be
lonely
but not

empty.

One life

so many to explore
so little time
so many to taste,
with only one life.

Stories – Day 4 – Dating & Consciousness

The feeling stuck, you mention, triggers a related topic to surface, which is that of “dating” and getting to know the “self” in order to determine what is sought and needed, even if the conclusions are moving targets just as we are moving targets as we grow wiser, considering we are dynamic creatures. The answers behind our search differ from when we are 16, 25, 39, 50, etc. And dating others cannot fill the void or circumvent the painful process of waking up the unconscious.

 

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Don’t be that guy

You know that one guy who wouldn’t write his first blog post because he’s waiting for that perfect topic that’s going to make him famous?

Or that guy who never shows you his amazing movie scripts because they’re not ready yet?

Or that one girl who won’t stop complaining to you about how un-perfect she looks?

Or that girl who wouldn’t go up to make her pitch because it’s not the right time yet?

Or that one guy who wouldn’t take a damn risk because the conditions are not right?
Or the market isn’t ready?
Or he’s waiting for a better opportunity?
Or he’s just unlucky?
Or bad things always happen to him?
Or he can’t take another rejection?

Yes. Don’t be those people.
Please.

Because there’s never any perfect, ready, right time, right conditions, right market, better opportunity, luck, or anything like that.

Especially, luck.

Chaos

​in this space
of chaos

we keep falling
into the same
patterns

giving in to
predictability

without realizing
that chaos in
us,
in this
universe

is what makes us interesting.

Poetry

truth is like
poetry.

and
most people

hate poetry.

Home and hearts

​It’s weird to leave the place where you grew up.

And that too, so many times.

You gotta do what you gotta do I guess.

But I’ve realized something doing this again and again.

Home isn’t a place.

When someone asks me, where’s home for you, I can never answer. Is it where I grew up? Is it where I live currently? Is it where I went to college?

No. Home isn’t a place.
Home is a person.

Many persons in my case. My own people who are close to my heart wherever they may be in this world.

So wherever I am, I am home.

Because we are together.

This one’s for you

Yes you
who’s reading this right now.

It doesn’t matter if I know you personally,
or if you know who I am.

It doesn’t matter where you come from,
or what your religion is.

It doesn’t matter if we’ll ever meet,
it just doesn’t.

What does matter is you.

A couple months ago, I thought to myself, is it possible to publish something everyday on this blog?

For those of you who know me, that’s a big commitment. Huge.
I can barely make it to class everyday.
But I was curious, how long can I keep doing this for?
A week. Few weeks. A month. Two months?
I didn’t know.

So I started, and so far everything’s been amazing.
Thanks to you.
The one reading this right now.

Because if it wasn’t for you, I would not have learned things I did about myself and other people while forcing myself to think and write and be creative every single day for last two months.

It’s because of you, I realized that my day becomes infinitely better when someone comments on a post and says how much they resonate with it and tell their story.

Your comments are my oxygen. It makes me believe in myself and people around me even more.
And criticism is what I thrive for.
So I can the best I can be.

And at the end of the day, we all are just well arranged dust.
So I promise you, that if we haven’t met, one day when we are both dust, we’ll find each other and together, we’ll fly all over the world.

So a big thank you.
I love you.