Simplywords

The dictionary defines hope as an amalgamation of three entities namely belief, goal and path. “I must overcome this pain” says the inner you, hoping to conquer the disbelief things will not change. Human lives are infused with afflictions and struggle. Hope provides us with the strength that helps to overcome the various hurdles in life. Life after all is unpredictable. Hope is our stubborn friend asking to try one more time. A mind without hope would drag one into the deep abysses of despair, depression and hopelessness. Hope is a regular practice that is necessary and that unnoticed. For example, you apply for a job because you hope to get selected for the job. Similarly, you study for an examination with the hope to secure good grades. Hope motivates us to affix a strong image of our selves. It drives us to stay positive and it further acts as an agent to bring a powerful change in one’s life. We all aspire to be the best version of ourselves. How do you suppose one rem...

Peace, the word that holds everything together. Together.You and me and every shadow. Shadows of past, present and future. Future? What is in store for us? Disillusionment or Oblivion? Under the soothing moon When the gentle moonlight shimmers the waves, Over the quiet garden nights Time whispers to you as a faithful friend  Who remembers And asks intelligent unanswerable questions Happiness?Love? Success?Peace? Your body is here.Your peace within. The desire to find peace is an illusion. Give it up. What is there to hope?A hopeless serenity.

I witnessed a strange sight today. A Strange realisation.A restoration of faith. On my way back home, boldly facing the tormenting sun, I got a glimpse of a lady with a child. The child looked joyful and happy. The mother looked strong. Stronger than the sun maybe. She held her daughter's hand and almost dragged her. Dragged her? The girl was willingly dragged. Her shoes were covered with a film of brown mud. A coating. A cast. Her gait seemed forced. Her hair matted with oil and her dress looked a bit shabby. The mother had a  black umbrella which was casting a giant shadow and she had a hard time to manage both. She is the ultimate protector. The dusty, busy and loud streets had no time for the pair. Cars and buses were honking there way. Give space. Give way. A haunting metropolitan beast. Amidst all the hullabaloo, the mother held her daughter's hand strong. The shadow of the umbrella and the mother seemed majestic. Shadows are mostly treated as entities of fear. But thi...

Memory of a haunting sensation, There's no way going back to the lost world Lost in the sound of the ticking clock, Tick-Tock.Seconds.Minutes.Hours.Years. What do I miss? The memory or just the feeling? You play it over and over again. Slow-Fast.Fast-Slow.Forward-Backward. It can be anything. A song.A person.A place.A moment. The movement is circular. Round Left.Round Right. The desire to hold onto the memory. It gently slips like the dead petals of a rose. Do we notice? The change is visible. The change in us.The change in our being. Dried petals.Dried memories. You don't feel the same... The change is visible. The change in you. "Love is short. Forgetting is long." Nothing lasts forever, will you be my nothing?             ----Madhulina💋

Finding more, More that leads to a meandering desire Desire to never stop Stop to start again Again to finding more More that leads to a void Void that never shines Shine like the sparkling city lights Lights that guide you home A home that is close to your heart Heart that beats A lub and a dub Waves that come and go Sunsets and sunrises A distant star up in the sky The sky that never meets the ocean Ocean that changes colour, Colour that reflects the sky Blue.Violet.Green.Black. Black that has all the colours Colours of live and death Death that is the truth Truth is finding more...                                -Madhulina❤

Change is not the only thing constant. What is constant then? I fail to express my thoughts using the right lexicon or array of words. Why? Change? I guess it's the monotonous routine of life. Some days words come so naturally like the gentle waves kissing your toes. Somedays I have to desperately search for the right words like taking a step closer to allow my feet to feel the embracing waves. Writing is a therapy. It heals you within. What is there in me to heal? We all have it common. But, healing can be so difficult at times. Emotions can run wild or tamed. I like it tamed. Good for the mind.Grin.Heart as well. Anyway, where was I? Nowhere!Words, semantics, emotions and constancy. I don't have any particular theme or idea to harp upon. I blame monotony for this, the ever-expanding void. I miss my friend. I miss our conversations. She was my first friend . What changed so much that we speak only in terms of hi and hello.Maturity.With maturity words fall short. Long calls cu...