Wednesday 21 March 2018

Thought of the day !!

Many a time, I become insecure as I scroll my news feed and find an avalanche of people celebrating their accomplishments--buying iPhone X and travelling to New York.

"What have I achieved by now?"
"Will I be able to even get the half of it?"

I introspect in the most unhealthiest ways. I fear being left-behind. The fear of failure starts to sit above my head. I feat if I'll be deprived of these lavish lifestyles and the ingenious opulence that we all dream of.

However, when I contemplate a little smoothly, I realise that I overlook things that really matter, and that is why it happens. I forget to recall that once a stranger had sent me a long text message full of devastation. One of the lines read, "You've no idea what a single poem you wrote stopped me from doing. May God bless you."

And those words were way too big to display on my timeline or count as a mere achievement. It's the change I bring in others' lives. It's the smiles and warmth I spread across the humanity.

In fact, whatever you're doing at this point of time, it matters. Did you use your "Googling skills" and helped a man to find the nearest Starbucks? Kudos, dude. You did a great job. That man fell into a conversation with a girl as he took the first sip of the coffee. And you know, they complete each other's sentences now. You are impactful--not just a star that twinkles, disappears and reappears every night. You're the drop of rains that bemuse the world with petrichor.  
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Sunday 28 January 2018

Backspace

Open facebook.

“What's on your mind?” It asks. Think about her. Open her profile. No new updates. Open messenger. Type her name. Active now.

“Hey, I am missing you.” Press backspace. “I need some time. I will talk tomorrow,” she had said.

Go back to scrolling endlessly.

Turn off the net. Lock the phone. Turn it back on again after 30 mins. Type that 16 characters long password in a haste. Incorrect password. Type again. Pull down the notification bar. 13° in your location, that's all it says. The phone beeps.

Open WhatsApp. 430 messages from 110 chats. Sadly, none from her. Open her thread. The hearts and the kisses were still there. “I love you.” Backspace again.

Put on the headphones. Create a new playlist just for the night. Don't forget to add “killing me to love you” and “total eclipse of the heart” to the playlist.

It's almost 3 am. Toss and turn in the bed a little, overthink a lot before finally sleeping. The night has ended. Perfect now. Wake up, check your phone.

5 AM: You have two missed calls.

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