Thursday, June 12, 2014
Thursday, June 12, 2014 Pallav Gogoi No comments
I have a small studio apartment in some corner of this earth, where I create dreams, I see them translating into realities. I speak less because my mind always does things beyond the imagination of a human being. Some people just do their regular jobs, they smile less, earn big money but never dwell in simplicity, they are unable to create those fairytales, they are mechanical, they are practical unlike me. My eyes always visualize the unseen, my ears always hear the unheard, my body always travels beyond the boundaries. I am no God, I am just normal creature who believes in miracles, who believes in hopes, who loves criticism, who loves the chaos, who is so much delectable, who never gets angry.
Lately, I have developed resistance to all the hard hitting stones. I am learning to live, I am learning to take responsibility, I am doing things I always desired. I have found Moksha in my living room, my heart is pumping more, my mind is peaceful, I am in my own kingdom.
The factory of love that I have started is running fine; all the lilies in my balcony are giving more fragrance like never before. I am in love with someone, someone who is absolutely gorgeous, someone who knows what I am and what I can do. I am feeling like a master again, I started blogging again; I am no more a depressed soul. All my mood swings vanished, all my shyness just disappeared, I am absolutely sane now. Some known souls read my blog secretly, some praises my words, some discard them as junk, some take them home.
I feel like a superstar when someone appreciates while I never get disheartened if they feel I write crap. I follow no grammar, I follow no English rule, I just follow my heart, I just write what makes me feel good. Tonight, there was rain, inside and outside which made me scribble down my thoughts, my happiness, my love for that special soul. Thank you for everything.
Thursday, June 05, 2014
Thursday, June 05, 2014 Pallav Gogoi No comments
Urban life is so fast that you don’t get time to listen to your soul; you get so much engrossed in your daily life that you forget about your existence. But the monotony is broken, when your heart meets a soul, someone who makes a fairytale out of your mundane life. Love becomes an inspiration and that inspiration gives you strength to fight against all odds, it gives you a meaning to survive, to look beyond the unknown.
Suddenly, yes suddenly the wind changes around you. Life is so full of unpredictability; you never know what is there for you, who come across your life, who makes room in your heart, who takes your breath away. The story starts, it stays there, it gives you happiness, you feel the fragrance of your lover in your absence. You smile from morning to noon, noon to night, night to morning thinking about the sweet poison, which is now running in your veins. There are no boundaries, no restrictions, no expectations, still you feel like sailing in the beautiful tide. The skyscrapers, the malls, the lonely parks, the metro, the roads start looking good with the advent of the soothing moonlight in your life.
Factory of love is not made of bricks, it’s made of feelings. Sometimes they are silent ones, sometimes they become violent. In this factory, there are no workers; there are sick people, mostly bitten by love bugs. The entry is purely restricted in this factory, only people with love bites (visible/invisible) are allowed to spend some time and produce some more love for the factory. People in the factory are constantly found kissing, fighting, hugging and chatting. Only soft drinks are served in this factory as lovers never get hungry. They are satiated with the feelings of being loved. They are mostly lost and create blunders at work, so they are given special corners in this factory. They have access to pop music, romantic movies, cakes and chocolates to work out their love creation appropriately.
You will see this factory near you, as soon you start feeling the elusive love. You will have access to everything, you need no degrees, no qualification for working here, you just need to have that slight ache of ecstasy in your heart and a slight smile in your face, which defines the state of your mind, which makes you the perfect lover in the factory of love…