Jasbaat

चंद जस्बात-

आँखे झुकालो कहीं तुम्हारा दर्द न ज़ाहिर हो जाये,पलके तब उठाना जब दिल काबू में आ जाये. 

किसी के प्यार में इतना भी मत उठ जाना,की जब दिल के टुकड़े बिखरे तो गिरने की आवाज़ भी न आये. 

Perception of touch....

Every touch is different, like a fingerprint,

some touches express love by their mere presence and yet

there are certain touches that feel like they have an agenda.

Why so?

I wouldn't know and yet... I know.

The question I ask is that is a perception at every contact or is for real???

I felt it... a small gesture. Pressure on the side of my arm.

I felt it....a holding of the hand a little longer than required.

I felt it....the pressure of the thumb at the back of my hand.

Some fleeting touches ignite a passion or stir an emotion where some just feel warm

and are easy to let go.

To live is to connect and a connect that evokes emotion is all that really counts.

Living in isolation we all long for the connect... a true connect... one that makes us

happy. Not pleasant... genuinely happy.

That touch is to treasure forever.

Either you know or you don't

No one person can be it all.
We all need a cornucopia of spices to make our lives more flavourful.

Is it easy...not by a long shot.
Can everyone understand it....no way.

That being said, one life...we make it what it is.

We can live in the confines of our confinements and yet spread our arms wide and reach the edges of
our existence.
No one can tell us what is right or wrong for us but us.

We can be committed and yet feel the freedom of the soul.

It makes my heart sing....to know that I can steal moments from my life and make then my own.
No one can take them away from me.
I own them and file them under the category of  memories to visit when I want to feel alive again....
in the meanwhile we march on....

Does it matter...should it matter ?

Your hair are too thin,
You let yourself go,
You need to cut back on carbs.

Really?
Have you seen yourself?
Does it matter really to you or anyone if my hair are thin?

Would you not rather know how I am doing?
If I am happy?
If something is not well with me?

Why are appearances that all that matter?

The bigger question is why do I care?
Should I care?
What they think?
Why does it still bother me?

Life is tough... why make it tougher for someone by judging them? 

white cotton candy

I drove down the winding lanes,
The sunlight warming my fingers,
Clouds spread out in the baby blue sky,
Like fluffy cotton candy floating about.

My music floating on the wings of the air swirling around me.
I dreamed of the past, the present and the future.

I found my fingers twirling my hair,
I smiled and frowned and felt happy and sad...all at once.

My car turned with every turn and so did my feelings...

There is just so much to do that when I slow down...I dont want to.

I want to see ... I want to dream.... I want to live....completely... without compromise....

I want to be Alive!