NeVeR SToP aGaiN

Well this is not the first time when i have been taken aback over this,we have started a journey with lot of courage,everytime you stop in between leaves me in thoughts.Today i found myself a little agonized over this,i can understand your responsiblities towards your bondings.
It looks like a letter to you on this blog albeit its nothing like that, i am writing though today i didn't felt like.I don't know how long we will be together in this journey which breaks in between.I hope we will carry it.

JoY & SoRRoWs

Life is all about the two inseprable phenomenon joy & sorrow,when one comes in life the other one waits for its turn,they are inseprable beacause if one is sleeping with you the other is around you guarding,you looking at you.
Its easy to advice or write but one can understand the the hollow nature of words,being alone is good for a while but being alone all your life is something which is a lie to oursleves,if we love the lonliness we could go by it for the whole life,but then why we need or wish a companion,you may deny but as life wil move on you will feel the need of that companion,the compassion by which one put his hand over your head and washes away the tears from his/her fiery fingers,the moment once longed for.
Why to deny that feeling if i carry it,if i carry and longed for a soul who understand the needs of human and who himself/herself carries it.
This blog gives me a way to put my feelings on this balck and white space and to make you read and understand may be we both carries this but we can't go with this.
This is what u always made me to understand..thanks for keeping the journey on.

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The battle within me,chasing me every night,pushing me in the lap of land,still i show the courage to fight.
I am ruthless at times to what life has brought to me,i won't succumb to it,i will chase it till i achieve it.
I will not fall prey to the darkest of night,i will go on in my search to the existence of my own life,where i am not an individual but i am an army that fights for their survival in the battlefield.
You will come with me or not to strengthen the army,i will beg you not,its my own fight and i will fight alone,winning or losing is a matter belief.

Zara si gard-e-hawas dil pe laazmi hai faraaz,
Wo ishq kya hai jo daaman ko paak chahta hai"

HoLd Me To WaLk ToGeThER

Every time I come to write on this blog i don't know what happens, the words flows like the rivulets from the upward mountains, as gush of water flows to the downward with the noise that can be heard from a distance. I know not with time where will we tread but the imaginations set here needs a hand to nurture them, the passion and desire to make it real. Art will be worthless if it doesn't reach to the imaginations you have set.
Its a dream world where we are part of a unique style of confessing, pouring the feelings which have earlier not been profoundly understood or taken as to understand.

Every imagination and art if not reached to its destination it will be worthless, it might be remembered as a failed attempt to the world, so where you are at the verge of making it a failed attempt or succeed in bringing humanity to understand the Art of communication, Communication in the positive framework gives a cheerful existence in future without the regret of losing the path.

Once it may look to you a childish wordings of a mature person but ask once to yourself, the dreams of your eyes may die a death you wont ever wished under fulfilling others expectations, it might look harsh to you, the people who brought us to the world, don’t they really believe in the world of your dreams, if they don't it will be worthless to die for, if they do its worth to give them what the expect of you.

It may be a road less traveled but this one we have chosen to travel in the due course of life, with a promise the path may be steep but togetherness will bring the courage to walk on those roads which are scary and fearful.

So here i am with a word,” I have scattered my dreams under your feet, tread softly."

It is wrong to think that love comes from long companionship and persevering courtship. Love is the offspring of spiritual affinity and unless that affinity is created in a moment, it will not be created in years or even generations.

MiRaGE ???

Life always looks a mirage when u are not confident in your journey.Agree this or not,when a carvaan sets in the never ending desert towards its destination it follows a set route,but at times when the carvaan is out of stock it goes in search in the different directions,it come across mirages but in those mirages lies the stream of fresh water.Its the intuition of human intelligence to understand and follow the route rather than scared and sit idle somewhere.
God helps those who help themselves,everyone knows that pur fate is written before we came to existence,knowing this you can sit idle and wait for the things to happen which has been written before,but mind you it changes with time,you hard work,your belief to reach your set goals make Almighty to change the route and destination of your fate.
Main waqt ko baandh to nahi sakta,naa hi kisi insaan ki soch aur uskey raaste ko rok sakta hoon,par main ya to dua kar sakta hoon ya phir us raaste ki taraf badh sakta hoon jahan woh mirage hai aur tumhein yeh dikha doon ki usi mirage mein kahin woh jharna behta hai,jo thanda hai,jo tumharey honto ki pyaas mita sakta hai,jo tumhein us mithas ke ehsaas kara sakta hai jis se tumhari zindagi abhi tak naa aashna thi.
Shyad in lafzo ki garmi mein bahut kuch pighal jaaye,tumhara jawab shayd meri soch ke against ho,tum shayad mujhse agree nahi karo,kyonki hum dono ki soch shayad mukhtalif hai,lekin kya yeh apne aap mein ek mojza nahi ki hum ek doosre ki baat se inkaar to akrte hai magar ek doosrey ki baaton mein apne liye woh comfort feel karte hai jo shayad aur baaton mein naa ho,yeh kaisa rishta hai,jo hai bhi aur nahi bhi,yeh kaise raaste par hain hum,jahan haath ko thaamna bhi chahte hai aur nahi bhi.kyon hai woh darr tum mein? zindagi darr ke saath nahi jee sakti..
Girte hain sheh sawar hi maidaan e jung mein
woh tifl kya girenge jo ghutno ke bal chalein.