Turning lilac . 

I was painting once. I took specific colors to my color palate (trying to look more artistic made me do so). Those colors looked so fascinating, bright and glittered. I just wanted to paint a piece using those fascinations in the color palate. Suddenly, at the midst of that long run, I noticed something.  The palate was befould totally , there were no bold colors standing out bright. There was a mix and UNmatch of colors. Those older fascinations were no more fascinating, no more alluring and no more I was willing to paint. 

Everyone here are some other bold colors with a specific identitity. Blending of identities is alike blending of colors, no more your own.  

All changes, even the most longed for have their melancholy !! 

Have you ever been into someone that you wander wondering who you are as someone? Ever been a totally different person for a person who was totally different for you?

The Potter complained to the pot : There is no benefit of mine, you’re getting moulded because you wanted to. The pot replied  : Master! you decide the pattern, you decide the shape…You fix the price, where is my choice to stay or to escape ! 

You remould yourself accordingly, you reincarnate yourself similarly. Irony falls when you blaze a trail for ’em and they say it’s beneficial for you. People you change for are often the ones who sees no change ! This process of leaving behind the familiar to enter into new and often uncertain territory has its own vocabulary! 

You were red, you liked me because I was blue. You touched me and suddenly I was lilac sky and you decided purple just wasn’t for you !A self made art. 


Every cloud has a silver lining :) 

There will be days when life will drift you apart, 

But honey no matter what, there’s always a good start. 

Someday things will go utterly wrong. One day everything will be fine. Our lives swing between that someday and that one day. But that isn’t today. Worry makes that one happier day turn into one horribly gone wrong day. 

Life is meant to be ever changing, 

it doesn’t stops for anyone or anything. 

Let the bad days be your beginning

Rather than you degrading 

Or a disgraceful ending. 

You might have spent nights Sobbing, but recollect the days you were up with a broad curve on the face and they said ‘how beautiful you look while smiling’. The compliments you got and the ones you gave. 

You might have fought with the world, with others or may be with yourself sometimes but recollect the phase of confidence about your moves, winning it and letting ’em know you were worth of bright days. 

There isn’t a forever night,

There won’t be a day too long and too bright. 

Yeah! May be the time seems to fluctuate 

May be the night seems longer

but darling, it would be eminent to wait.