Life is a journey
In which we lose and find ourselves.
We lose ourselves in people who don't even deserve
And sometimes find ourselves in a smile
while looking in the mirror.
We act to be happy in front of people
Who don't even care if we are happy or not!
But slowly we don't care as we begin to love ourselves...
We create many entangled memories
that walk with us on this path till the end.
The best part are the lessons and experiences
On every turn we learn...just learn.
On some days it's like a path of needles
On some days it's like jumping from one cloud to other.
And in this way it goes on.

But remember: Life's never a waste.

Pain is like a novel

One that you can't go on reading any longer

The torments, the burden of the story, the shattering of dreams...

Seems like a mirror reflecting the darkest corner of your heart

So you shut the novel down and without a bookmark hide it beneath a hundred good books

But every once in a while you feel the urge to open it

To touch the scars of its pages, to reminish the tragedies of every chapter...

And yet it only remains in your mind!

I often wonder if such books of people were gathered...

Don't you think it would have been enough to fill a library?

Beyond the realm of reality and at the doorstep of dreams...

There's a place...

It is where you will find me...

Sleepily awake!