you’re stepping on the ground.


every day i come home
and find myself
trying to stare through
those black + white walls
hoping to rent some colors
and moving thoughts
however mindless
they might seem
it’s better than
standing together
with no wishes or dreams

and then your face
slowly walks over
into my eyes
their lies fade away
into the colored canvas
of a dusky sky

but soon as a blink
i breathe in
and your eyes are gone
leaving my smile
halfway along
the way
where wishes and dreams
stay

and i see a cracked
faint voice over my ears
lingering around
“hey, you need to
keep walking
you’re stepping on the ground.”

Coffee


“What do you want?”

I wondered, as I looked
right at the question.

I thought of many things
they never put on the menu.

like a job, a truck,
food, always more food,
a little gas money, an expensive guitar,
more open roads, less speed limits.

freedom.

time.

things they can’t give me.

“By the way, I like your hair.”

I’d rather take coffee than
compliments right now, I thought
to myself.

Just coffee, I replied.

“And how would you like it?”

Black – like my soul.

Stories – Day 2 -The monk who sold her mopet


In case you don’t know about the book mentioned, check it out here. It’s pretty good.

I once wanted an escape and recharge myself like the monk who sold his Ferrari and be in nature, detox emotionally and physiologically. And read and blog.
I am in Sweden being the monk who sold her mopet and doing exactly what I wanted. Never give up on dreams but never wish for pain. The world has lot to offer in that field already
God bless!

 

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Stories – Day 1 – Never stop fighting


This is one of my personal favorites. Enjoy.

At first I didn’t scroll down all the way so I thought “THE END” really was the end of the post, and the end of the story and I almost burst into desperate tears at the lack of resolution. It made me realize how much I agree with you. I’ve always been a dreamer. I was going to be salutatorian of my graduating class and attend college with a full ride scholarship. But I would’ve been miserable. I want to thrive, not just survive. So I gave all that up to go to school in France instead. People are meant to be fulfilled dreams, not societal norms. We weren’t meant to fit comfortably in boxes. Thank you for telling the truth, brother. Never stop fighting for your dreams.❤

 

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Bang


12:57 AM.

I rested my head
against the comfort of
my pillow and closed
my eyes
in the hope of
timely sleep

for a change.

just few hours
of pitch dark velvet
sky over me
around me.

no notifications
no vibrations
no wishes
no dreams
no reality

just absolutely
nothing.

3:12 AM.

shit.

I got up and
sat down against
the back of my chair.

the reflected rays
of the sun
had flooded the room.

I tried again.
and this time,
the sleep snuck up on me
like a hunter stalking
an unsuspecting prey.

and, bang.

Time


Time is everyone’s number one asset.
Probably the only asset we have as human beings.

We don’t even realize this
but we love time way too much.

Think back to when your internet connection was slow
and how much pissed off you got when your Instagram took forever to load.

See? You cared about how much time you could have saved.

But we still act like we have a lot of it when it comes to
doing things that we really want to do.

But honestly, we don’t.

So if you really want to make things happen, spend this asset wisely.

Wishes, regrets and humans


We only live one time and we don’t act like it.

Ask the next old person you see this: “Tell me about your life.”

And chances are, almost all of them, every single one of them, is going to start with
“I wish…”

They all wished.

They wished they worked harder.

They wished they spent more time with their families.

They wished they didn’t listen to their parents and did what they wanted to do.

They wished. They wished. They wished.

The biggest poison inside us is regret.

And all the excuses you tell yourself for those regrets, are just excuses.

If anybody ever did it, then you can do it too.

It’s that simple.

It’s simple, not easy


You might have an ambitious goal, and you clearly know what you need to do to achieve it, but…

You are just not doing it.

Most of us are like this.

And by us, I mean myself.

It’s just excuse, after excuse, after excuse, with a little fear of failure mixed in to make things explainable to others.

This really kills me from inside, because I know, more often than not, everyone of us could accomplish so much more if we just cut our bullshit excuses and put in the work.

If you were looking for someone to serve you some warm and fuzzy motivational words, go somewhere else. Because I’m not writing this for 99% of you who will read it, get high off motivation, and do nothing about it making zero progress.

I’m writing this for 1% of you who I can actually impact. And that includes myself too. For people who are truly willing to make sacrifices and do whatever it takes to turn their dreams into reality.

First of all, take a cold hard look in the mirror. Look yourself in the eyes, and say: “Stop fucking around.

Because here’s the thing.

If you know what your dream is, and you know how to get it, and you still haven’t made any progress, then you’re not trying hard enough.

Simple.

This is not meant to make you feel bad. It’s supposed to kick you in the balls.

Seriously, if you want to something, go out and fucking get it.

So decide right now: Do you really, really want it? That one thing?
Yes?

Then start fucking working towards it right this second.

Breathless


when the day ends
my eyes will close
and I will no longer
see things as they were
today.

silence will speak
and only few will
listen.

and I will dream
forever
with memories,
with no regrets of time before,
no worry of what shall transpire.

for I will be breathless

and one with a song
that gave birth
to my knowing.

Back to the stars


those dreams, they were different,
making it hard to fall,
into the deep pit of dark,
inside the dim hall,

the yellow lamely fighting the black,
but firmly standing its minor ground,
i couldn’t help but notice,
the beauty of the moment around,

as the knob turned around,
the warmth of the night felt alive,
the shift of the focus towards the sky,
told me i wasn’t the only dreaming tonight,

shining, they were,
quite awake,
i stayed really quiet,
in my world of believe and make,

one by one they flew,
they flew far away out of my jar,
i felt like leaving the ground,
and going back to the stars.