The Sailing Wanderer

What makes me yearn for you

Is your unison with the winds

Laws of which you abide by

With all reverence.

Let me go through the crucible

For let my toxins free

All in your honor.

What makes me yearn for you

Is you reticence

For you only possess a superficial facade

How your evasiveness about the abyss 

only raises more curiosity.

Let me measure this chasm

To exempt myself from nothingness

All under the truest virtue.

Let me be the rover

To only infuse the very morals of Infinity.   

Practicality

To us, what blows our minds off are the luxurious cozy looking products. To us, what seems the utmost important part is the decoration.
A fools paradise to some, where as need for some. Cranking up a notch higher, luxury is defined and redefined.
To reevaluate boundaries, to analyse and enhance a taste and to host the soul of one's client guide me through to achieve the title of a designer and a decorator.

The Solitary Warrior

And who isn't fond of them? Or who would want to portray oneself as a loner? Or would you not want someone to be close enough to you to hear the unsaid? Today, wishing to live this life as one of those, I would want to introduce the sour side of an introvert. 

An introvert, who turns out to be over-thinker as well, perceives a cluster to be the safest, for he knew, none cared. His new found comfort was only getting lost in the crowd. Never minded how people rushed through the same cluster, may be to rise honestly or may be by just another dishonorable action. Grinding self through a process of continuous questions and answers, he was mentally tired. Had none to talk to, no shoulder to rest on and probably no pillow could contain the tears anymore.

Followed by successive events of sheer ignorance, makes up his mind to create another one for self, a transparent one. 

The transperncy that was tried to showcase to the world, the stage he set, the jury he aimed to live up to, the standards he set for all these and for self, this race, which he still aims to immoralise, for the universe would want to see through every being, scan their minds, to reveal the one beneath the mask. Why do not we travel a journey to the depth so lonely, discovering oneself in this sole-socialising world, to tear off the mask for what is revealed is equal to the world as us. Savour this journey, bit by bit, to make a little world, to make a better world.

Post Failure

Today. Its been six months since my encounter with failure. A grand failure. Life wakening. The worst till date. Every one has a different way of dealing with it. Me too. And here i am sharing my post failure experiences. July 8 was it when i realized it. I couldn't  get into a college normally like other students. the day when everyone else seemed to be knowing my truth. Family friends foes every damn person had now known i had taken a "drop". Facing reasons and excuses, the people whom I partially blame for my downfall almost hollowed my aspiration to become a successful designer. My parents couldn't handle it for the moment but as we say 'life has to move on" we too did. yes. it was a pay back time for me my parents and every person associated to me and my failure. i started working on it once again or rather for the first and last time now. every night before sleep was a realization check. i know crying would have done no good but least it could do is let your emotions out. i started isolating myself from the world. no reasons to give. just to face them again to hide my truth and i somehow did it. i still thank god for giving me such good friends. coming back to experiences, my mother. the only woman who still has all the truth suppresed within herself . my dad. still investing money in me. all this keeps pushing me from within. a pay back time. get out. do something. but neither time stops nor does it pass according to ones wish. even after being a failure i get all the facilities respect love but not because i deserve it just for the sake of it. today i feel ready to take the exams and pass this hurdle only if i could run ahead of time. Just sharing a gist of it. just one question to the viewers there: Does this happen once in everyone's life time? 

Stacy Growing Up. An Experience. A Promise.

A story of a boy. new in grade 9 from a small town Gnadhidham. Aspiration to be a graduate from an IIT set himself on the track to hard work. He being the only person to make her realize that love and hatred have no boundaries, she herself became the target. A lot happened after that day when she questioned her trust upon him and his thoughts and feelings for her. two months passed and not a single apology from her. she being a fool to wait for him to approach. Damn her. She made him thick skinned. She had pierced so hard he couldn't even have hopes for the same relation again. All the moments faded away in those 2 months. That night when she couldn't have it anymore without him she confronted to him.Everything. She realized it then.Trust ain't any child's play. He wanted answers to every question of his. The most important being her conditions related to usage of language their communication problems everything. She gave up every condition not because of any specific reason but just after realization that attachment love and similar feelings do not have a reason. well if you have a reason it only means you have a motive behind this relation.she didn't have any now neither did she have it before. The difference is she realized it now and promises to never let this happen again. Relations, Love, Attachment and of all the most fragile one the Trust ain't any play or a joke. Yeah she promised she'll make him and the relation go bazinga again. Yeah Stacy..you haven't much time left here..go get that NOW.

Learn More Live More.

'I've learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow. I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights. I've learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you'll miss them when they're gone from your life. I've learned that making a 'living' is not the same thing as making a life. I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance. I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw something back. I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision. I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one. I've learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back. I've learned that I still have a lot to learn. I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.'

- MAYA ANGELOU

THE ROLLING HOPES

Having a plate of rice in the hand i went running around the house to watch out to you..to adore you feel your presence in search of the beautiful moments..to cherish them all once again.

the wet sand fragrance the romantic atmosphere. the baby fingers dancing clockwise to catch you to play with those sprinkling to their faces..woah woah...feels so afresh..no not me..not as yet though.!

had i not experienced that failure i would have felt every single drop of your love. yeah may be because you make us all alive or may be you give a new hope with your every drop of love..first rains of the season. with you wake up a million dreams and crash a dozen though with a tint of hope again. with roaring so loud roaring so proud bring a revolution and a resolution. not a hope now but a will. a will to fight back the odds and crack the winners gate..