Bleeding feathers

When we commence something new, it is customary to give it a fancy name or a title. Usually, it is a simple 2-minute process in which we choose something we can easily relate to. But when you need somebody else's permission to finalize it, the things take an ugly turn. Like when I was supposed to choose an address for this blog of my own choice, I had many exciting thoughts (At least they seemed pretty exciting to me) in my mind! As I started the set procedure to register the address, I realized that I have no say in it. All of my favorite ones were unavailable. Let me take this opportunity to clarify that I am not a sad person. I am usually in high spirits (You can confirm it from my friends). But here I was unable to set an address of my choice and that my friend is really disheartening! So after thousands of attempts, I ended up with "Zakhmi parinda". Now when I am stuck with such an address, it became kind of essential to have a suitable title hence "Bleeding ...

Sometimes we push away people we love the most. It isn't because we like being away from them, but the fact that we believe that they are better off without us makes us repel them.It seems the best way to keep them happy. But in this effort, we generally forget that we have no right to assume what is right for the person in front! What if the person is never going to be happy with what we believe is right for him.  As we believe that everyone has a right to choose his own career as he is the one who  is going to live with it for the rest of his life, he should also be given the authority to decide the people he wants to be with. We only have the right to choose for ourselves.   Communication is the key! The best way to avoid this situation is to talk about it openly. Running away will eventually hurt both the parties involved in the relationship and then the effort technically would not be of any use as in the end nobody is happy.  

Let's search for a new dream, where we will have no inhibitions.. We will fly wherever we want to, and kiss the golden sun.. There would be no fear of getting hurt as we will be free of all the worldly bondages, and no one would expect anything from us and leave us the way we are.. A little mad, a little broken, still amazingly beautiful.. Let us run away to that forbidden place, where we always wanted to end up eventually.. Not just wait for the right moment, but create our own, with love, hopefully..! Screw every binding emotion, chuck every responsibility, just run away with me to that dream where we will be happy ever after.. �

N then people thought that I will forget it as a part of an unfulfilled dream, but little did they know that it was that broken dream which made me kept awake at night for years.. Dream which had the power to make you cry, dream which remains broken now matter how much you try, To mend, bend, stick, straighten or fix, But few things are never meant to be, may be in the next life let's see.. Then I would know from the beginning what I want from my life, and to keep it fixed I would strive, Till then I would sleep with the idea of its being in my dreams, the broken dream.. yes my own broken dream..