An Introspection

How many times can a person fall in love? Countless? But is there a love that suffices a lifetime, if not last? "For Once. " -AAKRITI THATAL Was it Fear that held me back?  The fear of not matching shoulders?  The fear of not being liked?  Or, was it leakage?  A leakage, taking away the zest from my life.  Life from my soul.  A leakage, never sealed.  Could it be that I got carried away?  This mind I possess took things to a station unvisited.  "Love is Eternal."  The heart knows not much about love, but it is learning lessons on Sacrifice.  This soul knows not many, but it knows You belonged here.  Eternity sounded large.  However, none realised it was as large as large could be. And we, we were larger.  Stages stepped on with age.  Faces new with every changing phase.  Emotions and speculations on New people.  New people, knew little.  The tenure was uncertain.  The tenure was not detrimental. What h

-AAKRITI THATAL. I thought it would be:  - A single blow of the wind, striking once and gone forever.  - A soft hit by the wave of the stream flowing unidirectional.  I thought it would be a phase that would pass by.  Yes. It was a single strike of the blowing wind, and it brought us immense destruction.  Gone was our resort along with the wind.  Gone were everything.  The wind was disastrous. And the single blow struck us a thousand times.  The stream did flow along in one direction, showing obeisance to the natural laws.  Bowing down, it flowed downwards; on and on and on it went.  A soft hit every time the waters flowed; leaving the rock behind, slippery and unstepped.  Aware are we, all of us, of the blow of the wind and the strike of the wave. A thousand times it will strike, bringing a thousand times pain.  All of us know it, yet none want it so early.  Who could be suited to endings so plainly? 

-AAKRITI THATAL You. Possessing an aura, strong, Holding extravagant strength, Envisioning a world of your own; You are POWER. You. Crafting thoughts and shaping words, Bending pens and jotting words; You are ART. You. Talking might and spending bounds, Traversing lands and exploring facts; You are RICH. Marching forth, You are a SOLDIER. You give, You are a GIVER. You fight, You protect, You save; You are a SAVIOUR. BUT, are you real? Who are You behind all that showcase? Who is it You see, when You look into the mirror? Because when I do, Is it You? And more importantly, is it True? I looked at You, and I could feel the pricks in Your aura. I saw You weak, engulfing Yourself into the maddening crowd. Where is Your Power? Was it not True? I read Your words and Your pictures, Nothing but plain messages and vocabulary. Where is Your Art? Did it get mixed with the colours, dark? Or, among the empty pen refills? Where is the Truth? I enjoyed the

Eleanor Roosevelt once quoted:                 "Small minds discuss people Average minds discuss events Great minds discuss ideas." According to me, it is true to a great extent. Sixteen years with two people of the same age group does wonders.  Siblings-a great audience to perform for and good partners. living in a family with siblings often leads to varied thoughts and ideologies. And one inevitable event and fact is, discussion over a particular stuff. A discussion both positive and negative.   Long back when the three of us siblings, got into some kind of discussion over a person or an event, our father used to resolve our conflict quoting the above mentioned words. For some, 'work hard, be humble', 'Be kind', et cetera might fill the space for the golden words or 'the key'. For me, this is the key and the motivation to live up to. I have always admired my father for having said these words to us.  I believe, it lifts us up fr

-AAKRITI THATAL.  Where does the world start?  Can something come from nothing? Does something not have a start? Who breathed the first fresh air? Who ate the first fruit of the first tree? Who lives beyond the scriptures and what contains the start of the world except for the Book of Genesis? Who was the first person on Earth? Who loved first? Who had the first senses?  Adam and Eve exist in books because a thought lives.  A thought.  Does it come from nothing?  Thoughts are the result of human consciousness and awareness, of the power of manipulation and exaggeration. The world might have started in the Garden of Eden or the world could also be a result of The Big Bang. Maybe it was Adam who enjoyed the first fruits or could it be the animals that survived the ice age. It could be that Adam made the first love in the world with Eve, or maybe it is just an animal, a mammoth, a bear who first reproduced.  Maybe Adam had the first senses or the birds in the air or t