Nevermore

Some days I long to go back to 'The Room'. So much so that my heart aches, my mind goes numb. 
'The Room' with its pale green walls and a wall with a full book shelf have grape vines and flowers painted at its base. I want to sit cross-legged at the bed with white sheets and scattered red flowers by the window, stare out at the clouds, the Peepal tree across the road, not hearing any voice but the rain pouring down, seeing all the blue, grey, green, red colors at once and just... be there.

Then I catch myself remembering, its not pale green now but butterscotch yellow and the book shelf is half empty, The Peepal tree is long cut down and there is no bed by the window anymore.

They have a mind of their own.

"Funny, isn't it? The way memories work. The things you can't quite remember and the things you can never Forget.."

The Tale Of Three Brothers

Tends to Infinity.

I cannot describe

Or explain the speed of light

Or what makes thunder roll across the sky

And I could never theorize about the universe’s size

Or explain why some men live and some men die

Why anything to infinity

Is still an infinity.

And no matter how I try

I’m bound by gravity.

The things I thought I knew

changed with life and time

I feel weightless, restless

I’m endless, burnt, resign.

- Amy & Clem

He says..

“Love is not love
Which alters when alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
Oh, no, it is an ever-fixèd mark,
that looks on tempests and is never shaken.”

- William Shakespeare, Sonnet 116

12 PM Everyday.

Good or Bad, People say things they don't mean. How do you put yourself through this and still have faith?

I want to mark this moment to remind me, One can not reason how one feels and one can not change how others feel as well.

He Spoke My Heart

"..A man cannot always be estimated by what he does. He may keep the law, and yet be worthless. He may break the law, and yet be fine. He may be bad without ever doing anything bad. He may commit a sin against society, and yet realize through that sin his true perfection."

- Oscar Wilde