Ethereal

How many people have you met so far in your life? I highly doubt that anyone has kept track of it. If you have then congrats, you are insane. Us normal people wouldn't know, so let's call it many . You meet many people in your life. In a way or other, they become a part of you shaping you into the very self you are today. You may have memories of them in various light. Some you remember vividly and some with vague details. You might not remember the things you said, things they conversed back, the meals you enjoyed together, the gossips you shared, but what you can never forget is the way they made you feel. Even the weight of time couldn't erase it. But then, there are those few who made you feel alive. They breathed life into your heart. They radiated a light which pierced your soul in the very heart of gentleness. Here are some excerpts about such people who knowingly or unknowingly tended to my inner being and taught me ways to live. Live in a sen...

I just want your heart filled with warmth, when your vicinity is my deep fragrance, Let your careless gestures show comfort, for your presence heals my silent wounds. I just want your eyes to soften, when your gaze rests upon me, Let your eyes pierce the silence, for your lips might never speak. My eyes shall follow too, with muffled whispers, Unspoken in words, but, described in quiet glances, with a gentle promise: "For you, a thousand times over."

I had this little hope for the longest time. A small glimmer of faith. That little thing in me, it often whispered to me in a hushed tone. Whispers of reconciliation when I spiraled down too deep. Whispers of better days when moments felt bleak and eerie. Those whispers gave me warmth. Like the embrace of sun rays in cold grips of winter. They pulled scattered fragments of me back together in one piece, making me believe that it would turn pretty again. The whispers, they were not all rainbows and unicorns either. A double edged sword in the finest comparison, for it also made me cling onto things. Things I should have discarded. Things I should've left on my way long ago. But, how could have I left nuisances that made my heart satiated? Leaving them astray meant that I would have been free. Free, yet with the cost of burden that I flinched away from love without even trying. It was a dilemma I could never decipher. Always thought that we would someday revisit the dreams...

She was compassion, true to kindness and mercy, I was just passion, a small drizzle to her ocean, She was fire, of the cruel winters and the darkest nights, I was just ashes, dust of the fire that followed to her ends, She was sky, a blue infinity to my finite capacities, I was just a cloud, clouded by inconsistencies in her vastness, She was harmony, a gentle and caressing melody to ears, I was just a voice, dancing in the rhythm of her melody, She was more, further than the senses could draw, I was just less, trivial to the grace she instilled.

“Rebecca” is a 1938 classic gothic novel with a tone of psychological thriller. The book encompasses elements of love, suspense, thrill and insanity with underlying bleak atmosphere. It keeps you satiated with variety of complex character developments and suspense of what comes next. Rebecca explores the intricate depths of dark human tendencies and eerie desires. It makes you crave more and just not enough and the left side of the pages thickens by the time you take notice of the moment. The book follows an unnamed girl with blooming youth who makes an acquaintance with the owner of Cornwall estate of Manderley, Maxim de Winter. Mr de Winter is a wealthy and charismatic man in his 40s and Manderley is a regal English manor house bequeathed to Mr de Winter as an ancestral property. The plot of the story develops when the young girl and the widowed Mr de Winter decide to engage in matrimony. When the young girl is pronounced as the wife of Maxim as Mrs de Winter, she faces the re...

I know you want to have it all but not enough at a time, I know you want yourself but also your every fiery desire, I know you want to touch the sparks  but under your circumstances, I know you want to want me but fail me in the consequences of your matters, I know you behold your mind and heart clashing but always let mind prevail, I know you want to show love but only under your premise, I know you want to taste the extremes but limit yourself to just wanting, And, In the end, I knew everything, yet still, Things happened and roads diverged

  I don’t cry. I just let the swelling fire meet the calm ocean. Rest of it follows.This message is to the one whom I used to identify as myself. Me,was a timid and shy teen who was too afraid to let the words in himself articulate through his voice. And, to make things worse I did not have what it takes to converse swiftly with my opposite gender. Well, I definitely did not possess the art of conversing with strangers or people I met for the first time either. So, all in all this is me as you may know me and I too do. What you may not know is the way I feel things. I feel things very deeply. Deep as the height of Mariana trench. Like the depth where even light feigns ignorance. And, I consider it to be a curse I am bewitched with most of the time when my heart is gashed with burning wounds. I had complains about how people wake up with different feelings everyday and choose a new path in their life. But, I have come to embrace the fact that the change is the only non-changin...