" 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 "✨

Intimacy with death is a quiet dance, a familiar embrace in the shadows. It’s the soft sigh of acceptance, where life and loss intertwine. We share secrets with the fading light, each moment a delicate thread connecting us to what was. In this space, we find comfort in vulnerability, knowing that every heartbeat brings us closer to the inevitable.  It’s a profound connection, a bittersweet reminder that love and mortality are forever intertwined, inviting us to cherish the fragile beauty of existence.

So you wake up, ready to tackle your day, and you see that phrase: "Just do it." At first, it feels like a command from the universe—like a personal trainer yelling at you to lift that weight. But instead, you're standing in your pajamas, contemplating whether to tackle the laundry or just watch another episode of your favorite show. Then it hits you: every small step counts! So you grab a sock, throw it in the laundry basket, and suddenly you feel like a champion. One sock at a time, you’re on your way! Remember, "just doing it" doesn’t mean you have to conquer the world in one go. It’s about starting whether that’s one workout, one task, or just one sock. And who knows? You might end up with a clean house and a little victory dance!

"What we've got here is failure to communicate." - Cool Hand Luke(1967)              "Between what is said and not meant.                      And what is meant and not said.                                         Most love is lost."                                 - Khalil Gibran  Lost are the words you kept in mouth but never spoke it out. Lost are the thoughts you kept in mind to which you turned a blind eye. Lost are the feelings you kept in heart to which you never impart. Lost are the actions your hands never performed but always longed. Lost are the paths your legs never walked but always regret. And what is lost can't be found. And now they are LOST . Searching for the words which couldn't be found, our...

A House of My Own           Not a flat. Not an apartment in back. Not a man's house. Not a daddy's. A house all my own. With my porch and my pillow, my pretty cactochan. My books and my stories. My sneaker collection waiting beside the bed. Nobody to shake a stick at. Nobody's garbage to pick up after.          Only a house quiet as snow, a space for myself to go, clean as paper before the poem. I read something like this but not this as I made some corrections of my own. I always dreamt of something like this only when I noticed that it could always be a house and not a home.

        "The Villain will always be a villain,                    if the hero tells the story." Every single thing exists with a role. And the bad news is that we don’t get to choose the role. And some things, unfortunately, are supposed to be out of our control.  Someone will always get the villain role in someone else’s life. And villain will always be the villain if the hero tells the story. You might be the villain in one of your friends’ life because of course they are the hero in their story. People will always see you as the villain unless you’re willing to change yourself to be like the story teller.  Sometimes I want us to have superpowers or at least an additional talent like reading people’s mind so that this world wouldn’t be just like a staged theatre full of actors in their roles of being a hero in their life while making others the villains. By doing something unfamiliar and strange and maybe ...

  I give myself a star for getting out of my comfort zone and be the first to raise hand for something which I wouldn't have if I were my past self. And that one minute second of hand raise without hesitation took me to a different perspective of seeing people whom I prejudiced and widened my vision. I learnt that nothing is in the way, we think it is. Everything may have something that we dislike as it also has something that grasps our attention. You guys may feel I'm narcissistic but I'm really proud of what I've been doing for the past three days and I will definitely continue to do that. And am also grateful for the people who changed my insights, gave me a broad mind and an unforgettable event. "Carpe diem. Seize the day, boys. Make your lives extraordinary". - DEAD POETS SOCIETY  Thank you people.

Our universe is bound by rules. It is full of conformity and obedience. Stars, Planets, Moon - all following the same motions, time to time. A universe of monotony. But, very often, something comes along this dull and repetitive harmony. Like how a Comet sets off with its own path - focused, unstoppable. And most importantly, hard to ignore. Why? Because it is out of ordinary, a rule breaker on the grandest stage - fearless and unapologetic, in its path for liberation. It is  NEVER SHY, NEVER SORRY. So people! shatter away your shyness & stay close to your chattels.