The world 'is' because 'I' feel it!

The smallest gestures duly getting unnoticed are sometimes the biggest source. Beyond symbols and illustrations, 'words' predisposes innumerable situations. For a being relying on actions, words too hold high relevance. For the source of these words legitimizes the prayers to comfort the struggling soul. It is these words that have led me through, helping me overcome the toughest patch, and I owe it all to YOU. Saved as messages, I revert to them- when all hope is lost, I surrender to those uplifting sentences. These words of encouragement and appreciations kept me sane. Even though I claim to be my own savior, I reverted to them time and again, For these have put the humble 'me', on the highest stands. Honoring these words, I make numerous attempts to fulfill these claims. However simple it may seem, but these words do matter. A gentle reminder to use them with discretion- as these simplest of  words can strike the deepest sensations. This poem is ded

You make taller goals to overcome your empty soul. You keep busy helping others, in order to divert from the empty hole. Extending goodness, in order to bring a deeper sense. There is something about you that serves as food to my conjecturing. Unraveling the smile, I get a deeper sense. Your aim to help 'others', is a way of healing 'thyself'!

Afraid of the dark or afraid to be alone? What is that repulses you from your own self? By critiquing others, you just disturb the peace in your soul. Where ever you are, you are never home. The unrest in your life, is nothing but a manifestation of the discomfort with self, making you your biggest foe. Accepting your self  is even important than accepting defeat. For as, accepting everything else would be easy if you accept 'thee'. A gentle reminder of who you are, not for others but for very own. Negative comes easy, when you don't know 'who you are'. Ignoring the simple things, you create a ruckus for things that are very far. Struggling to be sane, you choose not to change. Lest realizing your fight is with 'you', and everything else needs to the same. A weak self will always be weak, doubting their fellow wherever they go. A strong self will be clear of all- humble in its approach, giving comfort to all. Your strengths and weaknesses a

Not an obsession, not madness, it is just a submission of feeling so pure. Indulging in your thoughts brings solace to my tired soul. It’s strange how the distance never mattered, and somehow I managed to keep you forever in my soul. I failed to comprehend my feelings.  Impressions of you, in my head, never change. With a binding permission I look forward for conversations, even though I know  even though I know there is no where we will ever go. A distant dream, I have always cherished, nurturing your thoughts, I would always want to be there (for you). I can’t name the feelings that I have for you. You are a person who has secured a position in my heart, without doing any ‘due’. I might not be a true person, but when it comes to you, everything changes and my true feelings come through. To me you are star, far in the sky; doting admiration unfazed by the distance. I look at you and there is twinkle in my eyes. Only I know how precious you are to me. Can