This is an interesting aspect to discover new places. Probably the excitement of something anew. A sense to lose oneself in a world imbibed with magic and mysticism. To lose oneself only to re-discover. The above emotion is what journeyed me throughout the country the last few years. Such is the extent that the thoughts of traveling engages me even during procrastination. I wonder, how … Continue reading The Perpetual Traveller
Is it not a perfect day to wake up? Gloomy, rainy, oblivious to the troubles of mankind. As you stare out of the window, in the street, people can be seen running off to take shelter, while a postman continues with his job unperturbed. Is it his requirement or his dedication that makes him continue with the work while the world seems to be lost … Continue reading Build yourself up, again!
I lay afloat in the covet of my emotions, basking in the glory of my thoughts,blossoming like a flower nurtured within. (c)boringbug Continue reading Covet
Whether it be the world of blogging, working from your office, or researching on your college project, we are all exposed to feedback from a reader base. This feedback varies from our performance reviews to solicited or unsolicited advice from friends, mentors or colleagues. However timid it might seem to you, the feedbacks tend to have to a lasting effect. But how do you reciprocate … Continue reading Do not react to negative feedback
And at times these thoughts Are caught up and held. At times these are bizzardly arduous. Why cant it be simple and sober? Why it has to be knotted all over? As much as I try, to let it go. As much as I want, the feelings to flow. They keep knocking My brains out They keep spacing My heart throughout. ©freak_sneha You may reach … Continue reading Tangled
Driving through my texts, I noticed some forgotten thoughts. Rotting in pages. Probably left alone in conscience. Letters melting before, crumbling like a gigantic mountain that had seen zenith but couldn’t resist it’s urge for more. The ideas, the creativity, and vision, seemingly trapped within a clobberstone. Waiting to be grated, to fret upon. But this lazy author, cramped with time and responsibilities, still soaring … Continue reading The Rotten Hope