Photographic words. The everyday with the not-so-routinely stuff that makes life – LIFE



Jack of all trades

Reporter : Is there anything you are not good at?

(Answer) I am not good at retaining love.


Let go

People change. They will. Period.

Don’t hang on to old memories or things they promised. Move on. 

Don’t hang on to how things were. Situations change.
People disappoint. Stop expecting. Period. 

Don’t expect the world to move according to your way. You need to adjust your vision. 

Nothing like an artist 

We have all heard of tragedies that gave birth to writers, musicians and artists..

But do you know, tragedies can also rip off the art from an artist, leaving him stripped, strained and drained of any emotion, turning him into something less than a human and nothing like an artist? 


What if heartbreak had a sound? 

The world would be a noisy place. 

Funny world

You know what’s funny? 

Even as you lay breathing your last, people would question you – why aren’t you responding to my messages? Why don’t you pick up calls? 

I fly

And I fly away, with no one to hold me back or anyone to ask me to stay back.

 I will fly where there is clear endless sky and no memories, happy or sad. 

I fly where there is no right or wrong, no purity or impurity. 

I fly where there’s no choice to be made. Where the heart sits in the driver’s seat, not taking directions from mindless mind. 

I fly free, from me. 

Remember :

Those who swear that they cannot imagine a life without you will after a year be telling you how having you in their life is the source of their unhappiness. 

That’s how everyone is,  without exception.  Nothing you can do about it except choosing to be with someone who wants you to be part of their journey,  no matter the hardships. Someone who would rather have you when they are low than to distance themselves by calling you the reason of their pain. 

We are all macerating in a pool of our lost memories and unfinished desires,  slowly wilting away,  one breath at a time. 

Soon,  we will be nothing but a mush of our own thoughts, unrequited or unfinished. 

Are you dead?

You aren’t dead when you stop breathing..

It’s when you no longer have a home in someone’s heart.

Do you think there’s someone, anyone, who keeps you safe within their heart and think of you and pray for you in their every living moment?

 If yes, then, my friend, you are ALIVE !

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