What if?

Happiness is all we want yet we are afraid to be happy.

We do not want to lose what we have. What if we lose everything? Fear is everywhere eating our souls.

Darkness is swallowing the light.

Why not surrender to darkness and see what happens.

Why not willingly be helpless?

At times, surrendering require more strength than courage to oppose.

Why not leave and do nothing.

What if we lose everything? You fear loss? I say, what if you gain more?

I say, What if this darkness is the way to light? What if it everything get better?

I say,  What if all you find after this sorrow is happiness. Never ending happiness. Till the end and after the end.


What if…

Caution: Bad Person Here. Inventing Really Bad Words

All my frustration is tickling my creative self as a result my creativity shake hands with the bad person in my head. Now we can have pretty good and new name calling system in town. It takes practice for poor good people but for really really bad people it comes as natural as breaths.

Here you go. Enjoy the latest bad words.

Gutter Mind! (Is it new?)

You are short on Brain Muscle!

Your soul swimming in potty water!

Go Die in Dustbin!

Go smell dirty baby’s diapers!

Shut Your Garbage Hole!

You have pee running in your veins, not blood!

Bang Your Head on the Toilet Seat!

Flush your brain in the toilet!

DIE You Dirty Freak Munching on Manholes Rubbish!

We will come back with more soon. For the mean time use these freely!

And spread evil!!!!


Underwear; The Minions Song

I was having a pretty good “writing moment” when someone put Minions song on and with pretty high volume. *poof* Seriousness vanished!
So… here…I have a confession to make… I love minions. Cute little yellow creatures. They are funny. They are not jealous of each other. They do not think negative. Who can dislike them?
The language they speak sounds gibberish to many but for me this Minionese actually befriend many languages; English, Hindi, Italian, French. If you are one of those people who want the world full of love, why not start a petition to make Minionese international language.
If you are feeling sad, their songs are perfect cure for your sad heart.
Don’t believe? Put on some minions songs and see for yourself.
Kampai!!!! (Cheers)

Wireless Connection To The Divine and The Broken Device

Before going all “Divine-ion” (pardon me for coining this word if there is a already a word for it) lets talk about our communications system first. Don’t worry I am not a science freak. These are only a few lines about it.

We started with snail mails and going through a very complex and huge structured systems now we communicate through very intelligent wireless communication systems. Well, it is for us, the common people. Who knows how advance the technology has become? The great minds alive must be using some other high technological systems and advancing even more. When the creatures’ invention is so powerful, imagine, how powerful can be the Creator’s communication system?

It is a no-brainer, actually.

The system should be far more strong than our systems. With more than zillion connections, the signals never get weakened anywhere. Perfect! With many uploads and downloads and sharing, it just keep working all the time without even a single connection getting out of order or something. The signals are everywhere and they are pretty strong indeed.

Why do I feel disconnected then?

There is only one answer that pops up when I think about the disconnection. There is something wrong with the device, the receptor. The system can never go wrong even for a single link. I need to check my device and ask the Provider to help me fix it. The system has already detect the broken link. Help will arrive soon.

Okay, so mine is not working properly. Have you checked yours? Have you asked for help?

Ask for help. The help line works all the time! Believe me.

WTF Happiness

Read at your own risk:

So, Where To Find happiness? What did you think? Wow! With all these dirty minds and potty mouths around! No wonder!

Well, leave it. I just abbreviated the tittle to KISS (Keep It Simple Silly).

So, coming back to our topic. We are in search of happiness. We born crying because we never wanted to come out of the womb. We were pretty secure there in our mothers’ body and one day “they” drag us out. Why did we cry when we were born?

Answer? We loved the sense of security that we had. Since then we all are searching for a secure place to live till death. Then there is a fear of death; another uncertainty, another insecurity. Where can we find that security and ultimately the happiness?

Usually, I do not keep the ends open when I post. I try to write my point of view completely. But this is the subject I have been thinking of for a very long time with no satisfactory answer.

I would be very glad if anybody make it clear. We all are in a journey to find happiness. If you are near to it please share with us. Write a post and share the link here or just drop a comment, I would love to hear from you. Maybe, I could learn something.

Thank you.

Everything’s Fine

Baad Seher:

Many of us fit in these two categories.

Originally posted on Source of Inspiration:

child crying

Boo-hoo, crybaby, wimp
no tears allowed
hide your pain
frustration and fear
we want only brave boys here

Generations of people
who must deny or hide
what they really feel
when, at a gut-level,
they know that there
is something terribly
wrong while everyone
is telling them
everything is fine!

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I wish they could see when their demons take control over them.


Their eyes lose the light and a grave invisible darkness took place of it. Horrible. Horrible!


Dead eyes sucking up all the light around. Darkening and darkening. Horrible grave darkness!


Their skin suddenly become dead leather. I wish they could see their own reflections in the victim’s face.


I wish they could see how they victimize themselves. When their demons become tired of eating others’ they start swallowling their own soul. They become a black hole which gulpse down everything and then its own self. In the end nothing left.


Only a body, walking dead. Lonliness. A terror. A space that echoes back their own voices.


I wish they could see.


I wish they could anticipate the loss to come.


I wish…



I tried, I tried to encapsulate my soul. To put it all in a chest and burry somewhere far..far away where any eye could not reach it. But it rose again in my heart as it was buried there not anywhere else. It was I who was running away from my own self.

What the hell I was thinking when I gave myself away to the tornadoes? Why did I not take my own responsibility? Why I jumped off the cliff?

But now, when the wild wind has thrown me on the stony mountains, my head has struck to a rock and I am bleeding. I have become fierce. I am ready to kick the world’s ass! And as I am already out. I am free.

Inspired by: http://iithinks.wordpress.com/2014/08/14/songs/

Eye Hurting Blog

Who has this blog? Eye Hurting Blog? Well, you are at its page this very moment. Sometimes, I feel like the traffic of my thoughts is jammed and I find myself unable to write anything. I sit in front of my laptop and stare the screen. Then I clicked on a random post and read it sparingly. Then grabbing the meaning I hit like or don’t. This blog sometimes is just a pain in my eyes. Sometimes I am not a blogger. Just some lazy person who does not want to do anything.

What is it all about? Does the world need it? What if I don’t write and waste my time in front of TV browsing?

I really do not speak my mind all the time. My most “unpopular” posts are the one which I write after thinking a lot and weighing  every word. On the other hand my popular posts are nothing just what my brain transfers to my fingers and they start jumping on the keyboard leaving the impressions on these pages.

What is it? I really do not know.

What is it with Unconditional Love

Unconditional love, warmth, glow in eyes, radiant faces and devotion; this can spread smile of satisfaction on your lips and a calmness in your heart but it is NONSENSE! Really. Love is a fantasy created by some French theatre artists. People loved to watch their plays about this hypothetical concept and they started liking it. Slowly, it became norm.

But Hello!!! It does not exist. If you have ever given someone that unconditional love you must be well aware of the heartache it causes.

It disturbs hearts, distresses brains, and stomach. I am sure people were not aware of the heartburn, acid refluxes and nausea before this French concept of… NO!!!! not French fries!!! I am talking about love here and your mind was wandering in the kitchen? Go and make those freaking potato chips. Eat, pray but DONT love.