Life

What is life????
it wasn't the bygone, it isn't what lies ahead, it's the present he lived in. The past is what was accounted for, the future he was uncertain about. The present was what he had to live in, but how???? He often thought how, how he had to live , how he was expected to live in that one millisecond, that little crack. How he had to fulfill his craves?, the moments he longed for? , those expectations of someone else he was a part of? HOW????
His mind constantly looped around just one thought as he walked on that pavement and looked atop those trees, "how am i supposed to do this in just a little glitch?" as, all that present to him was a little glitch and nothing more because he always desired it to be something more than just a little moment.
That extremity in life was all he wondered about, was that life? Is that existence????
So naive his soul was that those complications made it more stained.............

The veil.

Behind that veil of contentment, she hid away from the world a dimension. Nobody knew her true countenance, all they could see was another customary domino. Her corporeal actuality was but far hidden behind a paper self, a paper everybody could write on but no one could feel.......

As she waited for the one who could extricate from her the real she, she saw what the mob was all about. How in this paper world hid the people so paper like building their paper towns.........
As she smiled, she only just hid behind that veil of contentment.........

-----> This is inspired by "Paper Towns" a novel by "John green"

DEAD EYES

Today he saw her after quite a long time, of the time which he don't have any count. He would never recognize her if he wouldn't have heard her name, she was talking to someone and that in that conversation that person spoke her name out loud and he, who was passing nearby suddenly froze because after the name, the laugh was a familiar one. A laugh which can produce sunshine in the harsh cold, which can make pain go away, which without any reason can smooth en your soul. He turned to see and there she was, the one whom was once precious. She was as prefect as she used to be. The same charismatic girl he knew, the girl who took life as a happening thing, to her everything was to extreme because she never want a mid way for things. Everything was as prefect as he knew but than why his heart was giving him alarming sounds, why his heart was not accepting this prefect figure which his eyes was mesmerized from so he went straight to her. By seeing him coming her heart missed a beat, she was not believing that after so long she will b able to see him, whom her eyes wished to see with every passing second of her life. But things weren't the same they used to have or once how it was. They both greeted each other and talked about how life changes after and how they moved along in their life's. Soon they both parted saying farewell but he, he was lost in his heart, because it was correct something was wrong as the girl might b a prefect one but a broken one. He remembered that her eyes were sparkling one's, kind of eyes which can gave you peace by looking in it, which sparkling can gave life to you, those which were easily called happy eyes, which can easily gave the insight of her heart and her feelings, but today they were barren, having a coldness inside, a kind of coldness which was horrifying to look at. The perfection in herself was still prominent but without feelings. She told him once that "death sometimes is not just for your body to get buried or to the physicality of you, sometimes it's just to bury your soul which died" and he never agree to her on that. And today he knew what exactly age meant by the death of soul and it's burial and he understood that the emptiness of her eyes was the death of her soul, and those things which are dead cant have any signs of life.

Rang aur Insan

Rangoon ka bi ajeeb hi khel hai. Kabhi kabhi rangoon ka taluq kisi ek rang sa hota hai, wo ek wahid rang jo rangoon ko motabaar krta hai. Wo ek rang jis ki talash mai sari zindagi guzar jati hai, wo ek rang jo hazaroon rangoon mai bi ho tu door sa nazar usko pehchan layti hai aur kabhi us ek rang ki kami bki rangoon ko berang kar dayti hai. Us ek rang ka hona khushii aur sakoon ki allamat hai aur us k na honay sa hazaroo waswasay zindagi mai aa jaty hai. Yehi haal insan ka bi hai. Usay b rangoon ki tarah motabaar karny k liye ek aisa hi rang chaiye hota hai jo usko munfarid kary, jo us ko mukamal kary jo sirf ushi ki zaat ka mehwaar ho. Us k liye wo ek rang jaisy sari kainat ho jis ko wo lahkoon k hajoom mai bi bina kisi duswaarii k dhoond lay. Aur wo us k rang mai rangta chala jata hai bina yeh sochy k us ka rang uski zaat par aashanaaz ho ga b k nhi. Magar wo us rang k rang mai khud ko fanna kar dayta hai aur wo rang yeh keh kar akhir mai usko chor jata hai k yeh kis rang mai rang gye ho. Rang aur insan kehny ko ek jaisy zarur ho skty hai hai magar haqeeqat mai hai nhi kyu k rang ek dafa char kar uthartha nhi aur na hi usko baad mai koi gilla hota hai jb k insan dosaray insan ko apnay rang mai daal kar usko yeh keh kar chor dayta hai k tm wo rang nhi jo mai chahta tha.

Wait!

Her eyes..her eyes were the most beautiful creation of God he ever witnessed..for her eyes carried that one emotion that everybody carried but hers was intense..her eyes carried a staunch wait in them..her whole body alert on even the slightest sound..a humming bird humming far away..a train whistling in a distant district..the winds roaring..he wished for someone who waited for him too with such sincerity that she carried for her beloved.

feelings kept hidden but were true !!

it does not matter if i pretend to b true,
in watevr i said with r without ny clue,
the only thing which matters r ma words,
the random thoughts i have for you,

the life of mine is not a puzzle,
its simply compact yet so strew,
feelin the diffrence is the only task,
which i expect to b done by you,

wanderin in dreams and catchin fantasies,
i nvr thought id let the tym flew,
now at ths instance ive made a choice,
that i'll prefer to live besides you,

so let it b done cuz m feelin alone,
let me b hidden inside you,
this life b the only witness,
cuz aftr ds i may not b with you,

copyright by maDDy

Passion of LOVE

Unless it is MAD, PASSIONATE and EXTRAORDINARY LOVE, it is a waste of time. There are too many mediocre things in LIFE. Love should not be one of them.

Sketch Artist:

Haseeb Khan

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Dreaming about YOU

I am thinking of you,
in my sleepless solitude tonight,
if its wrong to love you,
then my heart just won't let me be right.
cause i am drowned in you, and i wont pull through,
without you by my side.


Sketch Artist:
Haseeb Khan
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