Afterall

image by Kartini Hs

For what should have and should have not been, for what was hoped and what wasn't, for the successes and failures, for the victories won and accidental triumphs, for the smiles and tears, for the joys and pains, for the hellos and farewells, for the gratefulness and regrets, for all that made me me, and made you you. For all that we are- broken at once but whole after all, weakened by heartaches yet stronger than ever. Nothing on this transitional life could ever escape the sweetness of downfalls and the tragedy of happiness. We shall live, we will thrive, we will survive. 

Masquerading

What is the sense of all the bounties of the letters of the book if at the moment when they are needed the most, they seem to be frozen, engulfed to the soil, paralyzed  in vain and nothing more. Nay, it is not about the battles you fought or the victor you claim yourself to be but the manner how you fought that will define the honour that you might have long sought. Shattered and disturbed, my mind I couldn't afford to tame, free and random thoughts inside I couldn't contain. Were you you, or were you masquerading?

It Will Run Dry

When it is glaring with fierce and might, when it seems unstoppable and irrational, when it is something not so good but feels so right, when you are caught at the middle and couldn't find a way out, when you forget what you know and when your heart dominates over mind, when you think you are to dwell in that fantasy forever,when you think your temporary illusions will feed you with strength to live and depend on, when you close your senses to the probabilities, when you neglect what all else matters-then it is the sickness of the heart; the one which is the hardest to cure.

At the right moment, with enough faith, with the Mercy of the Heavens, in time, though you might have stumbled and cried, but eventually all sparkling tears will dry.