Enough is enough.
People who judge me, please stop it. I ain’t some fling, you could use at times.
I am a person and every person is a human. Everyone of us go through some things which makes people judgmental. But, that doesn’t mean we are what we are being made by the stereotypical society.
I face heart breaks. I face failures. I am desperate for someone to plant hope. But that doesn’t mean anyone could come over and try doing it. I am not a trial version.
If you decide to text me, please at least have some topic to discuss about. Please have some courtesy for time. Please behave as a student of historical, philosophical and psychological truths of humankind.
Maybe, these are overwhelming thoughts for a sleepless kid asking for hope without searching them inside himself. But this desperate need for hope, this excuse for replacing pain with beautiful feelings leads to a bigger scale of disappointment and depression.
Please have some humanitarian thoughts for fellow human beings.
Warn them when they are in danger. Warn them when someone is cheating on them , betraying them . Be a better human, stand up for anonymous person, even if they would eventually frame you negative, after all, that’s the fate of righteous people.
Thank you and think about it.
People mistake dawn and dusk to be the responsibility of the Sun, without realizing it is actually The Earth and its motion which creates beautiful sights!
So, look at yourselves and how much you change in others before admiring how much others change you!
After a long time, I have been to my home, where I spent my childhood.
Lots of memories, lots of music and lots of beautiful feelings flashed by. Suddenly, I saw myself to be smaller yet older. The kids whom I dominated grew up to be young lads getting girls. The older ones ended up as slaves for eternity bonded by wedding agreement. The advising old couples passed out and their place taken over by their children. Just then I was aware of myself being stuck in unstoppable and irreversible stream of time. But even after all these old and dying feelings, I felt like a father. A father who’d be proud of his children growing old facing the distortions of life.
Everyone in the place were flowing free, whereas myself staying stagnant being a place for mosquitoes to breed. The flowing waters shared the fate of every other droplet but this stagnant pool had a millions of stories in it, Untold.
Art and people of the working class is always a better subject to make aware the people who think themselves to be struggling that they have to be grateful for what they have.
If you are a photographer, market streets never fail to give you a story… Hundred of stories, hundreds of smiles, thousands of tear drops kissing the ground as if it’s raining..
The heat of the tungsten bulbs are hotter than the actual sun.. The scent of garlands have more odour than the canned perfumes. The smiles of the vendors are more beautiful than supermodels.. Their majestic posture with their stalls is unmatched.
In short, if you want a story, a portrait or capture working class people and struggles behind smile, get yourself to a market street.
It could be anything!
Give your mind a break.. Look at things with romanticism! ❤
We were in love but now she isn’t.
I was successful then now I am not. I was a speaker, now I could just sob. I was an actor but now I could only do melodrama. I was a singer but now it’s only melancholy. I was a writer but now I am out of words. She stole my vision and pushed me into the life of ordinary people,that is, to live, to reproduce and to die.
So now, I am left with one choice. The choice is to live as a burden to one’s own self or to die to relieve from endless suffering.
I can’t choose to die for none can. I will live for people who believe in me. I will struggle for people who are comfortable with back stabbing. I will live as how any daughter does for his mother and will serve as how any son does for his father. I will save the reputation of family and live like the living humans.
I am not going to wait for the Grimm reaper to knock my door but when he arrives with death as gift, I won’t reject it. I’ll embrace it like I embraced my life after love.
I’ll end my eternal suffering with my death with no need to ever love again.
After all we are humans, and humans need someone to fight with, and to fight we need reasons, the best reason be Love.
Anyone can break you, anything can crush you into pieces, any event may haunt you, may leave a scar, only when you overcome those, you can win.
We all wish to walk through a lot of things in life. What we miss is whom do we choose to walk with. When we are ready with the right person to walk, whatever we walk through, won’t be a path of thorns. ❤
Photograph by ARunesh.
Place : Puducherry, India.