Thursday, 31 January 2013

Seep Slowly

Sometimes I look back and see two roads that fall into one and then I see where my foot steps come from ; the hard rocky mountain shows some evidence of my presence, supposedly my smells . I walked and continued to walk into the rocks until I stumbled into one of the gaps and hit my head upon a rock and then blood showered out and out flew the mindfulness and person . I had died that day .
Then a rebirth happened, in which I was a hurt soul , where I was an easy catch and I went into the extremes of goods and bads.
Now , i wanted to kill that girl and take another rebirth and settle down into a good person where I live not breathe . I want to learn to love my life not mourn over it and honestly I dont know how long is it going to take to clear the 'mess' and live again .
 To seep into something worth it always sounds like a wrong decision . 

Monday, 28 January 2013

Mindfulness

I don't know what I'm here for but certainly unhappy . This sullen mood where I; the woman is always fighting and trembling to achieve what she owns , however, never praised .
So to solve this, let's see a short story .
There's a girl, beautiful and bright with sparks to enliven the whole room . She'd clinique's perfume; happy ( off my habit of characterising people with smells) . She grows into a depressed and alarmingly gorgeous person yet socially never accepted or have seeked attention .

the positives are : she's a fighter and never gives up until the air can't pass into her body to let her live . True to her traits, earthy, beautiful or say with an old head on young shoulders .
 the negatives are : it just get's even more difficult to even describe what a mess she is . true to her traits - arrogant, traditionalist and sentimental

Neutrals : Since the time I remember to have seen this girl, she was in 3rd grade , there's were only 3 girls in her class and they  were good friends and are until now to at least one of them .
Then came in the big city, new people and new mates which completely disturbed the balance of this girl and she was a social outcast who had seemed to build this shield that nobody will ever like her and she's a stupid arrogant female with nothing to be proud off . That phase of difficulty passed on too and then a new phase entered where a new country and a new institute welcomed her , all seemed so beautiful and settlement begun - happiness at last she thought .
Never be sure if u change places that u will change urself too abd the person who's been unhappy .
then came a day, regular gathering and party where a drunkard ripped off her clothes . Silence followed that moment and then was filed a case which in the end was a loose way of justice , the law as u know is nothing but a farce.
Several blackmails and heart rending events followed and yet there's this girl grown into a beautiful woman who only lives to believe that things will work out in the end . She's recieveing treatment and is trying to look forward to more than just what makes her want to die but does one thing change - will she be able to make anyone happy if she isn't?
She's breathes not alive, she's not in the process of breaking down but shattered so there it is a new beginning .

“Don't attach yourself to anyone who shows you the least bit of attention because you're lonely. Lonliness is the human condition. No one is ever going to fill that space. The best thing you can do it know yourself... know what you want.”
Janet Fitch

Thus, always remember that conflicts of adults originate from their childhood; solve the first ones and the rest is as it is . Karma doesn't let anyone escape itself as you read my post you wil eventually know that being a bitch is not a good idea .


"The karmic philosophy appeals to me on a metaphorical level because even in ones lifetime it's obvious how often we must repeat our same mistakes, banging our heads against the same ole addictions and compulsions, generating the same old miserable and often catastrophic consequences, until we can finally stop and fix it. This is the supreme lesson of karma ( and also of western psychology, by the way)- take care of the problem now, or else you'll just have to suffer again later when you screw everything up the next time. And that repetition of suffering-that's hell. Moving out of that endless repetition to a new level of understanding-there's where you'll find heaven."
Elizabeth Gilbert

Friday, 25 January 2013

Period

When I was growing up, I always was taught that parents , elders and family is the most beloved but now it all seems so vague . Not that my parents have loved me any less or i'm a typical teen who thinks her man is the only lover she got. I'm just in a lot of pain.
Sometimes I wonder if I will ever be able to describe happiness .
Sometimes people find different ways of expressing their sorrow because it's easy to be happy and jump around a few hills but it's hard to contain sorrow that pinches every tiny second u have lived ; like readers or writers - they read if they're sad so they can express their tears in the words of another person and writers scribble some notes which make no sense , to express that the spill has come to an edge where it won't stay. I could never write the perfect piece of page or make sense in one yet I could express one thing that I , can never love my self .
I being the a female born in a hindu family must accept that it was and will be about her people not her, the men not her , the smile of others not hers . I know , i'm sounding like a lay-off by not using any good vocab because I'm in a strange state this minute.
What has been my fault that I, was sentenced to this four walled jail where there's nothing - no hope , no color or air ?
I can never be the woman I wanted to be not because I lack confidence or any mindfulness but because I'm a failure , who failed at being a daughter , friend or anything else.
I could never tell my parents how much I wanted to excel or be their hallmark of pride but I was going crazy.  And after struggling this war , I've just come down to saying - if one's not happy ; how would they make anyone else happy and  you my girl were only here and shall be to witness failure , emptiness and  nothingness .  Now, I breathe not live .
Period .