Beauty in conflicts (revisited)..

To defend or deny what you think is a sign that you are alive. You are definitely allowed to be inconsistent, contradictory and unbound by conventions. But still your job should be finding a neutraliser for your emptiness of existence and not just to succumb to forelornness.

Just because your path is different doesn’t mean you are lost. You are creating a new path, according to your adaptiveness for either brightness or darkness.

You don’t have to be equitable within the circle just to label yourself as a sane person because sanity is the insanity which is the new normality for the society, a persistent cozy lie.

You can be an amiable, cordial person, with a kind heart, and still say no. You can have your limits. It’s true that you have to act in concert to live in the world, but to survive as yourselves, you have to act alone and decide.

If someone is hesitating to choose between you and someone else, help them in making their decision by stepping aside and telling not to choose you. Why bother their hesitation. Right?

You can either provoke the chaos of your conflicting impulses or you can calm it down. You are the creator of your own riddle and trying to solve it just to save yourself from boredom. You are the conflict. You can make it productive by critically creating creative ideas.

You are your only limit. Fears that you don’t face become your limits. Never succumb to these fears. People will definitely push to your limits, but when you finally fight back, you will become the mean one. Let it be. I call it having mastery on yourself which comes from consistently going beyond your limits. I call it enlightenment which comes from expanding your consciousness from the present limits.


The make up of life.

Do we like being stuck in a same position for so long? Yes and No. We want something new but definitely cannot let go of the old, whether it’s our old thoughts, habits, old ideas or anything else. We somehow make our old beliefs a part of ourselves with the thought that letting go of them will be a sin. We generally define ourselves as superficial as our appearances because we have this fear of being judged of who we really are. I hate the fact, and yes this is the fact that some people get judged for being who they really are while some are getting loved for being fake. You could be around a person your entire life, but that doesn’t mean you know them. Because fake is the new trend, and everyone is in the style. Our insecurity is the regular customer of this trend. We continue to compromise something beautiful to create something that is completely fake.

Where do we get our self-esteem? The general answer is, from our popularity, business success, health or the appearances. Well, we should be worried then. Because none of them can guarantee that we will have them tomorrow because they all come from superficial places.

We don’t trust our instincts, our power or our self-worth. In reality, we have created our own genius. We are in contact with our genius. We are just not listening to it. It is constantly saying to live the life rather than analysing it, to embrace our true self which radiates natural beauty of ourselves so confident which cannot be ignored. There is nothing more beautiful than unapologetically being ourselves, being comfortable in our perfect imperfections, to know our true self without any social pressure. We don’t need to create the mask to meet the masks of others. We don’t have to hurt ourselves by denying our truth just to appease others.

Someone will always be smarter, prettier than you, but they will never be you. All of your searching, struggling for your true self lies in your open relaxed simplicity, and not the superficial social stigma. You just have to let yourself in, curl up with the rawness and letting go of all the pretending.

via daily prompt: Superficial



Her thought problem

Helpless as a dead person she is,

Surrounded by a serious bleakness,

When she deny the power of her own thoughts,

When she neglects her own feeling,

For making everyone else glee.

She shrink herself a lot,

For someone else’s comfort.

Now she is being overlooked,

She is being ignored,

By no one else, but herself.

She is no more recognised by her soul,

As her mind is now a clay, ready to mould.

Her mental illness now spreads,

Denying her own existence, her self-worth.

Stuck between who she is,

Who she wants to be,

And who she should be.


She needs her voice of thoughts again,

Her power of existence to cure her pain.

She needs her forgotten value back in her life,

To make her dead thoughts alive.


Via daily prompt: Deny