Change hurts…

Take some time out for yourself and ask yourself how much have you changed?
I am sure the answer will baffle you.

Life means change. As we see around ourselves, nothing, absolutely nothing is stable.
You know the things that change people the most?  They are love and pain.
Both are connected, joined, incomplete without each other.
When I suggest you to do something, I do it myself first…
So when I asked this question to myself, I found out I have changed much. Even in ways which I couldn’t have ever imagined.
I don’t talk about good changes or bad. There is no such thing like that, it all depends upon….  perspective. But one thing that is true enough is that these changes, do hurt.


Be brave..

You know the fact is that the things which you love become your habit and then that habit becomes you. Let us take an eg. I loved. I cared. I sacrificed. It became my habit. Usually we state these things as good but have you ever asked the person who loves, how difficult it is to love?  How painful it is to sacrifice? 
Then how can one state these as good?  It is just good for the other people but no one cares about that person who sacrifices, who cares. All they do is show a mere gratitude and humility but…  Does that help that person in reducing his pain?  Does it help him to smile when all he has, are tears?
Then comes a time when pain grabs the most of him and he…  that loving and sacrificing person changes. Changes into someone which is far more destructive and to be honest which is just not…  him.


Nothing could be more truer...

That is how people change.
My dear readers, we blame people, we hate people for what they did to us and sometimes for what they just are..  but no one asks them how that change came.
Do not be the biased one because your beauty lies in understanding others.
People will never award you with the same respect, the same love which you gave them but that doesn’t that they should be hated.
It is all just a game of expectations. A deadly game which destroys relations.
And we, we should know better than that.

Changes are inevitable, necessary.
Changes happen for a reason, they happen because of a reason.
But never let those changes,  those reasons, get the best of you.
If you love someone and you feel they don’t love you the same, let those expectations go. You wont get this time again. Live your life. Love people because this universe will only make sense when you someone to share your feelings with. Changes will happen, welcome them but don’t let them rule.

Don’t let the guests,  be the owners…

Stay happy. Take care. I will see you again.

I need to write about Love…

From Maria’s diary:
I need to think and think and write and write about love – or else my soul wont survive.
– Eleven Minutes, Paulo Coelho

That is the reason I write about Love.
True Love is really different. It is a feeling above any other which can surpass all the world’s hatred, anger, selfishness or anything.
It is something so beautiful, which can teach you how to live even if it takes all the reason you had for your life.


To write love...

When I look at myself what She (my love) taught me, I find a huge list.
But in the list, above all is that, she taught me how to love.
She taught me how to care about someone even if they throw you out of their life; how to silently look at someone and be happy for a few seconds, knowing, it would bring you pain for the rest of the night.

She taught me how to fall, how to cry, how to get up and how to smile.
How to give everything you have without demanding anything in return.

She taught me how to miss, how to care, how to cherish and how to bear.
How to hide all that is inside and be cheerful on the outside.

For all that, I am grateful to Love.

But I know somewhere on the inside that she still loves me, I know it.
But still I know I will do nothing, because I may love her but I don’t own her.
(Remember that my friends, Love means caring, not owning…)
I wont control her, I wont expect anything. I will just be there for you whenever you need me, because:
When she tries to hide all her feelings, she forgets I know her better than she knows herself.
I know when I get lost in the crowd, her eyes still search for me.
I know when I am going, she would turn back and look at me.
I know one day when I will not be here, she will miss me.

You say you want me to move on, but let me tell you something,
I have loved you for two years and I will love for hundred more. The reason I am still alive is I believe that someday, you will come back to me…. and even if you don’t, I will go on to love you till the day God decides to take my soul away.

I wont let my inspiration get lost in this cruel world.
I need to write about Love.