From the moon-lit terrace…

Here I am, in the terrace, atop the water tank- star gazing as the gentle breeze blows from the nearby forest into the busy concrete jungle. The moon is so shy today, hiding beneath the few clouds that keep moving from nowhere to yet another nowhere. The stars are twinkling as if they are winking and making fun of me looking at them. There is so much of noise down here around me. But, as I look upward, all I can see is darkness but there seems to be so much peace and calm up there. Scientifically, I know I am wrong keeping in mind the storms, meteors, asteroids and every other scary name they give for these objects flying around in space.

Of pain and passion...

The one who is in pain understands passion. The one who is passionate undergoes pain. Pain and passion are often found mutually existing. Pain helps attain passionate moments and being passionate is when you are ready to undergo pain. Passionate about love? Feel and reel under pain till you attain your loved one and that passionate moment will be worth the pain. Does it pain working for something? It is the passion that is making you live the pain. The result will be worth the pain when you reach that passionate moment. Dreams! What are they actually? They are not to be mistaken with passion. If it pains, there's something passionate. If it seems passionate, it cannot be attained without pain. If it is neither of them, it is just a dream. Forget it...

For my juju...

She is so cute. She is so playful. She is so mature. She is so childish. She speaks countless words through her eyes and actions. She lacks a sense. She is a child at heart. She is so possessive. She completes my day. She is worth so many such praises and attributes. But, let me stop with just praising her and continue with the actual essence of this post.

Tears...

As far as i can strain my memory and remember, i have been crying. They say, pain, on accumulating to unbearable levels makes anyone and everyone cry. To be gender specific on this, Women tend to break down much earlier than men do. And, it is said and believed that for a man to cry, it takes really such excruciating pain. Shedding tears helps us lose something and levels the hormonal imbalance to make a person feel better. That is the physical aspect. This physical change does not stop with this. It in turn creates a mental change that we term as relief from stress. But, what is this that is happening with me?