Just thoughts...

     Been long since it felt like taking up the pen and writing it all down. The thoughts that drift by, those that strike hard, those that brush by gently. All of them  summed up and concise to the point of no return. Every passing second something changes subtly or drastically in us. Some or the other change is always constantly in function. A question arises then why do we keep changing? Every moment we change Why? Perhaps its as it is supposed to be. Anyways nothing in the world is the same. Every minuscule particle in motion, changing.. But then the striking thought comes. The one that says all of it. "All that is, is said to be nothing but mere manifestation of our thought". If it is so many myriad realms of possibilities lying around. The sheer wonder of every moment comes to the fore. The word simply vanishes into thin air. Magic, fantasy, lore all seem rational and probable. Keep an eye on those dwindling thoughts. Let them out on a leash. To keep a tab on ...

Ending it up. Taking up your life. Seems the only option left at times. The easiest one. Isn't it? When you feel cornered, all alone. When the smallest of comments tick you. Nobody cares. But is it so? Is it so easy to give up the thing, the gift of life. To leave this abode for some unknown destination. Not thinking clearly is the reason at times. The moments. The moments define your life. Let them pass. The moments if trepidation. It seems hopeless and mindless to live on. It is so easy to give up. The friends who once seemed clos and a support seems distant and hostile. The bleary worls comes rushing in to devour you. But for a moment, take a deep breath. Let it out. The feeling subsides. Try it. Now is he moment. All troubles, however great seem insignificant when you weigh it against the fact that you are alive. This very moment a heart beats in your rib cage. Beating hard and fast. Every whiff of air that goes inside your lungs. Feel it. Feel the process that keeps you alive...