Called Endings!

There's this thought which creeps in me and awaits to be heard.

"All endings are a chance to rest to breathe to reflect on the conclusion of a journey in preparation of a new one."

In this long lost world of losing glory and evoking it again each morning with the rise of the fireball. We all struggle to make our endings as shorter and smaller as possible. But what we get as a 'given' on our platter generally goes ignored.

How do we want our endings to be, a dying relationship, a never-working friendship or an un-ending quest for a new job. It could be anything, but the question remains the same.. How do we want our endings to be?

Do we want them to be subtle and mutual enough for both the parties to call it off and move on Or we want them to be loud and clear where even our inner voices gather to shout aloud 'this is the end' as if to bang the other person's head just like they do it in rock -concerts, the only difference being, here the three-words would be enough music for the soul.

Whatever, be our answer, I still feel that the former is better as an option to be chosen ; at least for sake you can let your hope birds flying, because endings hasn't been formalized and both of you still have the option to re-consider it in the near future and tread the rest of the un-tread path together.

Unlike, the latter, where chapters are closed, books are thrown, writers are lost, characters are vanished.. Though you still have the option to tread the path together but with an equal will to match steps even after the alleged showdown of emotions, thoughts, feelings, and notions.

Still, in my mind it echoes, called endings are any day better than the un-called. At least, you are prepared to close the long association on a good-note.

Yes, "Endings which comes knocking, just to inform - This is the end! - Are definitely the worse and hurts the most." (Yet. at the minimum, at least you know.)  

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Not Been Much of My Day!

Not been much of my day though. But my days are surprisingly improving; something above is doing something to make this muddy dust to shine a little. And here I confess I like it all the way through.

Certainly it becomes difficult to let 'someone else' rule your emotions. To give them the keys and pray everyday that hope one day they just don't lock you inside and leave. Abandoning you bottled up in your own estranged emotions.

Yet risking your happiness in someone else's hands too bring happiness in certain times. We all must be so incapable of finding happiness in ourselves that most of us take recluse in finding our share of happiness in others.

Why would a wrong decision of my life would affect my parents or closest of my friend. If they wouldn't have laid open doors of their smiles and sorrows through 'me'; none of my decisions would've altered their lives. As I recline a little to take a look at the moon above trapped in manifold darkness, my eyes find a gaze and mind continues to think. I conclude to myself that we become happy with the things around us and not within us. From inside us all are the same. But the different situations which hover around each one of us makes 'us' the person we are and tempt us to become more of us with each rising sun. Seeing 'that' someone happy around us makes our life worth living and again seeing 'that' someone fighting and struggling with a pinch of salt makes us go down with their sorrow. Why does that happen? - The answer lies in the feeling.  Because we feel for them. Over the aging of time within us we mutually thin those lines of individuality between us and urge to become one. In result, our times of trouble makes them think and their times of happiness makes us celebrate.

For myself, I feel happy to let someone conquer and guard my emotions, as I begin to feel for them. In this unpredictable world, when sometimes even we can hurt ourselves in the brightest of hour. So why not, trust someone enough to guard your soul and lend you a smile on your weary face when you need the most.

"You see, it's all about the trust you seek and the belief you find as a seeker in them". 

I sense, I rise above in my happy space when I know that I've trusted you as I would have trusted my twin-soul to protect my happiness. That my smiles are the best when I share them with you. And they are a little patchy when your share refuses to contribute. But only, the parched land knows the soulful taste of rains.

"Only the person who has forgot to smile, can hold the joy of smiling again."

Here I wait for my rains. Wait for a beautiful horizon of greens and spring overlooking the blooming flowers.

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