Niyatistic✨

Faces and faces everywhere... Each belonging to a different race.. Each with a different colour, Each with a different textures, Each  with a different look! Some happy, some sad... Some pleasant, some cocademon... Each face, Carrying an another face Hidden in it... Some good, some bad... Some god-like, some devil... Each hiding a different pain... Understandable just by themselves... Hoping deep down inside that, Somewhere in a parallel universe Would someone exist, Who'd read their mind... And know that they're suffering... Through the immense pain... Loosing themselves finding their way... Trying to escape from own's thoughts.. Craving to be heard... Craving to heal...

This is the thing about my reading squad and the people who always takes us wrong... "What could these reader's friendship be who always have their heads stabbed in books?" People often ask.. so here's the answer... Yes, we always have out heads stabbed in books.. Yes, we always carry our novels with us... Yes, we click pictures of our novels more that ours... But that doesn't mean our friendship is worth nothing... We talk about stuffs we read in novels.. we talk about the feelings we get while reading, we spend hours talking about books n having our food... We talk about our opinions over topics... We probably share the strongest bond over every bond.. The bond of shamelessness, innocence, maturity, feelings, friendship, love and most importantly... We share a world that breathe between pages of books... ♥️ And yes no-one can beat our bond of friendship... If you don't believe then give a try..🤙

This post is specially for those who constantly keep asking me what makes me write? Or am I a writer by myself? The here's the answer... No, I ain't a writer by myself, nor this thing came into me as an heredity... I'm a die heart reader and I rarely do write and unfortunately both my parents are non readers... But yes, I can surely let you know what makes me write.... It's the pain... Everyone has a story, I too do...  This is about the worst thing happened to me in the most beautiful way possible..It all too started in the most weirdest way possible... I've always heard People say many struggle for sleep every night... It took me some time to realise it but  I've eventually started feeling the same... May be I was disturbed and this sleeplessness disturbed me even more Suffering through sleeplessness was beginning to this all...I stayed awake when the whole world slept... After listening to everyone around me, I wanted to be heard... And those nights...

Everyone desires to travel, to the new cities and countries, diversified people, unique culture,heart melting places, but very few are blessed with it... And for those who are blessed with it, travel is all about everything pre-planned beforehand... Best place to live, best guide, best spots to visit blah blah blah... And specially when it comes on traveling alone for an Indian woman or girls, they firstly need to go through mountains of questions and unfortunately end up cancelling her plan... Being an Indian woman isn't easy, and harder it becomes when it becomes for her when it's all about traveling alone... Specifically when you have no desired destination, no knowledge of more languages... Just like wandering, unknown of everything and everyone.. Whenever I see a shooting star, I just close my eyes and wish to travel... And same I did on 13/10/2019, but this time the feeling was more intense... And, I woke up with this book beside me... Europe, it just happened... I...

Here I am... Watching myself, Splitting into two... Splitting into two... Me and myself, My heart and my brain... Splitting into two... For keeping up on you, And letting you go... Splitting into two... For giving a chance, And choosing self respect... Splitting into two... For my love for you, And my self esteem... This isn't easy... In complete contradiction, Are my heart and brain... Inner pain isn't enough... External pain ends up in scar, But fails to make me feel fragile... You are the reason... The only reason to Make me feel lifelessly alive... I want to move on but... You are the biggest conflict, Between my heart and my brain...

Feelings are complicated and so are people... Firstly, All they crave is for our attention... And when we give them what they want, They get so powerful as our attention is what feeds their souls.. Then they start taking us for granted, as if they're too much strong and act like, they've the right to be more dominant to us... Over ruling us... Leaving us bewildered of what was going on... And as we try acting dominant, they walk out of our lives... Broken... But where's the one begging for our attention in first place? Tendencies are hard to change, memories become scars and  there's no way to repay... So, Think once before you tend.. Think twice before you bend.. Think wise before you lend.. Learn to think of  yourself at least once, before you rip it apart from someone's smile... Be selfish.... Because, e verything eventually change... And Because, Everyone, eventually leave... Love yourself first... ❤

Probably everyone in their lives undergo a heartbreak at least once.. And yes, it could be the toughest job to overcome that heartbreak... Even the bravest of heart flaters when it tries to take over the fortress of love.. Doesn't matters how much the weight of the past, should one make the present bear it?? Knowingly or unknowingly one keeps up to past, ruining the present... Certain decisions of past can Change a person's life, can alter the course of history, can live a lasting impact whose reverberations can be felt across time and space... Some truths are so dark that no matter how hard one tried, they could be shared with anyone.. And that's what we keep highlighting with most powerful light source; memories... Whereas certain memories are so stuck inside that no matter how close someone is, can't be shared... But does that mean one should feel fragile all their lives or one can't let past flith somewhere away from our memories? Not everyone is blessed en...