Saturday, 4 March 2017

This Color!

Here I want to say something that I cannot carry as a baggage on my mind,
Cool,we meet New people.Share a few things,mingle a little more,click with a few and just the two souls merge.However,few do not realise,that when once the colors are mixed as one they can't be separated.
They carry the tinge long after they are left without even touching.The best part is that the change that it carries with it, is really remarkable.I love the feeling,when as soon as I am attached with a new color and I slightly start turning into there color.However,neither that is there color,nor Mine.Together we Generate a different shade and we start loving that and once the picture is Painted and Canvas shines in a new vision and whoever next comes in touch encounter with the color that isn't the real shade,it changes.The phenomenon continues and the way it merges with the quality color,it paints the picture in that way.
But have you ever wondered that what happens when a color suits you,your eyes,your heart?
You get stuck.You want to use it again and again and paint the canvas in that color only,Although you love other colors in the crayon box;but that one color has lovingly painted your soul in it that however,you enjoy the outcome of other colors but still your brush stops on that one color and again you wish to paint it in that color,No matter what,If in case;in the process as its ought to be,that color finishes off you don't pick the other one.You wait to buy that color,because if incase you use some other color in that place,it will destroy your painting.
So meanwhile you enjoy the work of other colors but that place is still waiting right there for that shade,you didn't destroy the canvas.
Thats what life is!
Hence,for me;its Red.Its always been red.Odrwise I enjoy the white canvas,that's not really bad.It also tell a story if a viewer has eyes for it.

Love ya!
Godbls!
Preksha*

Friday, 3 March 2017

Words.

Sometimes I wonder,Why words are so important? Wasn't world a better place if we felt more,And expressed in words little less or maybe totally no words.
Does it seem that the Night Mania is making me entertain these senseless thoughts? Perhaps! But i believe,words are the most misinterpret thing Now-a-days! No matter,we talk in person, or in text,alot of the feelings gets totally lagged behind,they don't even get Stage to Perform,They are Ignored like the Curtains of the Show somewhere.Though the Curtains are Right in front of the Stage, we hardly notice the material,Texture, Design,edges,Folds.Likewise we ignore the feelings,They are Right on the Face;all over the Face forming facial expressions but we just focus on the words, Pick the sentences,phrases that appeal our Interest and abruptly Reply and make judgements based on our Fake outer understanding! What's the Point of the communication if we don't pickup the soul structure of the matter ? How is this thing worthwhile? This crashes down the whole existence of communication.A little awareness,an emphathetic approach towards the being can Frame and Change the whole presentation and interpretation.But ,No we dont have time to Slow down and Feel the breath of the person as we are Flying jet in our own courtyard,Yeah we don't have time to even Think about it's Origin,Its proper place of Taking off and landing! We Fly them in our constrained minds with our own set of Rules and Principles. We don't bother to Go through the rules,in order to break them and create new.We are the masters with no masters!
I Don't mean that we shouldn't have freedom of expression and our own sense of mindframe but its equally or say Really important to lend a sensitive Ear to Every one you meet before you make any Random sketch of their persona.You might have no Idea,what the other souls be going through, Struggling with,or has overcome with. Its very much Important to be empathetic with everyone you meet,you never know what soul is blessed by your little kind concern! It's Just the matter of feelings,words just go to Trash when you feel for others!
Be love.Be Empathetic!

Love ya!
Godbls!
Preksha*