Aps- The Muddled Utopian

She loved open books, because she was one. She spoke like the letters of that novel, which created a picture that felt like mine. She looked like a picture of that color book which had all the shades of emotions. She never loved endings, so she always wrote new beginnings She knew time is not hers, so she lived every moment whatever she got.. Her eyes searched people who loved open books and were ready to share.. Closed books scared her as they had given her scars, they were the reasons of her nightmares and they took away seasons of stars. But she had learned her ways, books helped. She now choose the books to read, write and share. The chapters that can be book marked and the chapters that can be skipped... The chapters that can be closed to heart and the chapters that had to be torn apart... The Chapters that meant adventure and the ones that meant just time-pass. She is a happy reader now and a selective too...

The whole country is talking today about a word "Rape". Its nothing new to our ears. Women have been going through this since ages, every single day. But who cares??? Rapists are people who look like you and me but have the conscience of the devil himself.  If you want a better world " Don't teach your Daughter "how to protect herself ?" Teach your Son "Don't forget your Ethos".....#Quote I dreamt of wet moss and rainbows,I now look upon the scattered pieces in line.. A chunk here, a chunk there...body slashed, all what is left is dead soul of mine.. Heal me where I am burnt...Stitch me where I am torn, Free me from the clutches of Chauvinism, don't kill me before I am born...  A rape is what they call this..a civilized name for the death of humanity.. I went though it and I have lost all sanity.... They laughed and they grinned while I cried, Light was there but I was blind, they ripped me apart a...

"Already there is so much written and said already about life that makes everything you come across appear to be old and boring." Recently, I heard this line from somebody and it triggered strings of my inner conscience. Is it really true?? Can life or life talks be boring to anyone??.   For me its always been a precious gift that I have cherished always, let it be dark days or sunshine. Change, like sunshine, can be a friend or a foe, a blessing or a curse, a dawn or  dusk. - William Arthur Ward We all are here, in the same world where giving up is not at all an option.  So if you are gonna breath free till your last day, why not to inhale and exhale happiness, joy, innovation, smiles, care and love??. When you see your near and dear one giving up on life it pinches a lot and makes you feel helpless. I have felt that pang many a times.But that's how it is. I feel like shaking them and waking them up. Wish to say them "Don't fake love and life, becaus...

Lets grab the rainbow ..borrow some color...paint our dreams and spread sunshine How long will you sulk in the dark....Life is all about cherry and wine. For a change lets cook a dish of our own flavor... splutter our dreams, mix our emotions and top it with imagination, a taste and fragrance that's all mine to savor.... How long will you judge yourself from someone's eyes? Why not create our own mirage to see the reflection..... How long will you be named by someone's nomenclature? Why not generate an identity which your own creation... May be the canvas won't give a perfect picture but at-least ill be proud that its my creation.... May my story won't be a soothing one, but ill be proud that is my narration.... Open your palms try to grab the air, Open the corridors of the heart and let the wild out... Because that's where lies the real hideout.